The Sheepfold and the Voice of the Shepherd

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Stone sheepfold John 10:22-30 Recently my boys have been spending a great deal of time outside in the area that will soon be transformed into our garden. They spend endless hours digging in the dirt for worms. They then promptly take those worms and throw them to the chickens. It amazes me how even chickens can learn to recognize sounds or voices. My oldest makes this funny high-pitched sound when he comes out of the house and heads toward the coop. The chickens practically fall over themselves running toward the fence or out of the coop when they hear him making his sound. They know there is food to follow! In Sunday's Gospel Jesus tells us that, "My sheep hear my voice. I know them, and they follow me." and "I am the gate for the sheep." Today, again, Jesus mentions that His sheep know His voice and follow Him.  In these few verses we learn that Jesus is both gate and shepherd for the sheep. In those days and even today in some places, a sheepfold w
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Grandpa Jake's Wildflower Mead

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I have inherited about 80-100 lbs of wildflower honey from my grandfather who died this past fall. Grandpa Jake did things a little different so you'll notice that the honey looks more like molasses. It has a very strong honey flavor but most of the family doesn't care for it for everyday use. So, I've decided to attempt to make a Mead (honey wine) with it. It is now fermenting away upstairs. Hopefully it will turn out to be a one-of-a-kind, much like Grandpa Jake!


I stirred the must (honey water) for about 15 mins hoping to give those little yeast animals plenty of oxygen to help them do what they do best.

Hydrating yeast, anxious to be dumped into that sugary bucket.

Wheeeeeee! Here we go!

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