Of Wolves and Lambs

Isaiah 11:6

You can debate it for a millennium if you like, but I can tell you that I’ve already seen it come to pass. Really. You could, too, if you received permission from the Colorado State prison system to go to a small workshop in one of its medium-security prisons. There you’d find an inmate, his tattoo-covered arms carefully restoring an old wheelchair. He’d tell you he’s not doing it for the money. (He’s not. He only gets twelve dollars a month, compared with the standard six hundred dollars a month for the other work available in prison.) He’d tell you it’s rewarding to him to do something for someone who’s got it worse than he does. And he’d tell you he’s doing it because he loves to. That’s my wolf.

And the lamb? Oh, she’s a Chinese girl with cerebral palsy who’s going to get her first wheelchair because of the wolf’s strong arms. She’ll go outside of her house for the first time. Maybe go to school. Maybe even watch the Chinese New Year outside, on her own and not on her father’s back this time. That’s something she would never have been able to do if it had not been for the wolf.

The lamb and the wolf will both have been led by a child—a child that broke the chains of sin in that inmate’s life. A child that can free the Chinese girl to walk the streets of heaven someday. A child that was born in lowlier conditions than either will know. A child who died in more agony than either the wolf or the lamb could ever imagine. A child who heals both of their broken hearts and promises both of them freedom.

Few would call that man in prison a friend, Lord. And few would call that girl lovely. But I join that wolf and that lamb and follow you to Calvary.