A missionary in modern Cyprus shares:
As I observe the life of sheep with their shepherd all around us, I have noticed that as a sheep grows, it learns the language of its shepherd....his voice, his gestures, his behaviour.
When the shepherd knocks his rod on a hard surface, his sheep hear the knockings and come running up to him. They know that his presence means safety, food, drink and shelter from the rain or scorching heat.
When a little lamb loses its way, that same sound speaks of home and rest as it bounces in frisky steps back to the source of the sound...its Master and its Friend.
"Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for You are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me."