Someone pointed out that there is a difference between stray and lost sheep. A stray sheep, knows the way, but stubbornly chooses to go a different way. This would be me in self-will run riot. I want to do what I want to do and I ignore what is the right path. Bad sheep. Bad Terry. Sometimes, I am the lost sheep. The lost sheep thinks they know the way, when in fact they do not and make a wrong choice out of ignorance. Not bad. We hear of Jesus going after the lost sheep. What about the stray? Well, it seems that in another gospel, it is a "stray" Jesus wants too. I like that. No matter if I am stupid, frightened, anxious, or self-willed, God still seems to want to love on me. Who am I to judge? Oh, someone else said that too.