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se the following sketch to convey how Jesus came to say, ‘I am the door’ (John 10:9). Two sheep are having this conversation. You may want to dress in sheep costumes, you may want to make woolly sheep masks to wear, or you could just stick large paper plates on a stick (one for each sheep to hold in front of their face) and decorate with two triangles stuck on top for ears, round cut outs for eyes to look through, a felt pen black blob for a nose and one sheep with a red happy smile and one with a red sad mouth.
Scared Sheep: I’m frightened! Did you hear that roar? It’s a lion coming to eat me up! Happy Sheep: (puts arm round Scared Sheep’s shoulder) Don’t be so silly it’s not a lion! It’s only the wind howling through the trees. I think we’re in for a storm to-night. Scared Sheep: (shows signs of agitation) Oh no, not a storm! My great grandpa was killed by being blown away in a storm. He hit a tree and then tree was struck by lightening and he was electro-cute-ificated and then he drowned in the rain. Happy Sheep: (sounding exasperated) He couldn’t have died three times. You only die once - like James Bond - (hesitation) or was that living twice? I can never remember. Scared Sheep: He must have died three times – that’s what Granny said, and I believe her! I’m scared. I don’t want to be electro-cute-ificated! Happy Sheep: Don’t be so silly—you won’t be. Look, let’s make our way to the sheep fold and settle down for the night. Scared Sheep: It’s a long way. I’ll get lost. Happy Sheep: (sounding a little irritated) You won’t if you follow me, and I’m following the shepherd. Can you see him through the mist? Scared Sheep: (trembling) What use is a shepherd? They put us in the sheep fold and then go home to their nice cosy houses for the night. Then the lion will come and chew me into little bits. Happy Sheep: (getting cross) There are no lions, you daft ball of knitting wool. Scared Sheep: (standing up full height and full of indignation) But my Granny says there are, so there! Happy Sheep: (under his/her breath) I wish you were a woolly jumper and you’d jump away from me! (Out loud) Don’t be daft! Come on, the fold will be cosy. Scared Sheep: No! No! The shepherd goes home and we are left to be blown away and killed, to be electo-cute-ified and killed, to be drowned and killed, to be eaten by lions and killed, and as if that isn’t bad enough a robber will then come a cut us up for lamb chops to have with his chips! Oh what am I going to do? (shouts) Granny! Granny! Where are you? Come and save me! Happy Sheep: (puts arm round Scared Sheep’s should and leads him/her off) Look our shepherd is the Good Shepherd. I think his name is Jesus-Ben-Joseph or something. And he won’t let anything happen to you. You will feel safe and not worried at all. And he doesn’t go home to his nice cosy home at night. He sleeps across the front of the sheepfold so nothing can get past him. He’s like a gate or a door. He’ll care for you and you will feel better. Come on, it’s not far now. We all feel safe with this shepherd, no matter what happens. 124