The Lamb

He was oppressed and He was afflicted, Yet He opened not His mouth; He was led as a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before its shearers is silent, So He opened not His mouth.

Isaiah 53:7

I saw a lamb die. In fact, I killed it. I think I’ll never be the same again. The lamb I slaughtered didn't struggle or cry out. It didn't try to bite or kick me. It quietly and without a fight just bled to death at my feet. It was then I realized that God created a special species of animal just for sacrifice.

Sheep are in a category by themselves when it comes to dying. Their passive acceptance of death is contrasted by the survival instinct of every other creature in the animal kingdom. Even evolutionists will have to admit that natural selection should have weeded out sheep a long time ago.  

Pigs never die gracefully. In the open country, squeals can be heard for a good half mile away on butchering day. They will thrash, kick, and bite, making killing a hog a pretty risky business. Pigs were never designed to give their lives willingly.

The universe was confounded at the thought of the Lord meekly shedding His blood to redeem the human race.  The angels must have been confused and amazed to see the grace of God in action.  This love, too difficult to explain, needed an illustration, so the Creator formed a little animal and sent it to earth. This creature is born for the purpose of dying – the Lamb.

                        Wonderful,merciful Savior,
                        Precious Redeemer and Friend,
                        Who would have thought that a lamb
                        Could rescue the souls of men.
                        Oh, You rescue the souls of men.
                                                                    Song by Selah

*see also John 1:29; 1 Peter 1:19; Revelation 21:22, plus 21 other verses.