When people see my e-mail address they often ask if there is a story behind the selection of it (firstname.lastname@example.org) and my Twitter account avatar(@Dumbsheep).
Sometimes people try and guess why I chose the name.
Or do I count sheep at night due to insomnia? Yes, but that is not the reason.
Was I found in the woods and raised as by wild animals? No, but I do have a healthy fear of wolves.
Did I did not have a tragic or humorous childhood that resulted in this nickname? No, however, I have been called Speedy, Bullet, and Chicken-Bone for a variety of reasons.
I tell them that my e-mail nickname is a constant reminder of what Jesus has done in my life.
I quickly acknowledge that my most frequent prayer is not “now I lay me down to sleep” but “Father God, help me! I’m just a dumb sheep in need of a shepherd”.
I get a variety of responses. Most of them are positive, often identifying themselves as a part of the flock.
For those who don’t understand I explain that I am not without intellect or reason. But like a dumb sheep I need constant protection. Without His guidance I will find trouble or it will find me. Like a dumb sheep, my main survival skill is in recognizing the voice of my Shepherd. The Shepherd who died for my sin and rose again so that I might have an eternal and abundant life.
I have found my identity in Him and it is a good thing. I am, and always will be, just a dumb sheep in need of a shepherd.