HIS SHEPARD FOREVER
	A Scottish minister was instructing a small boy in the home of one of his parishioners, and he was having him read the 23rd Psalm. "The Lord is my Shepherd," began the little boy, but he was interrupted by the old minister. "Nae, nae," he said, "ye dinna read it richt." Again the little boy began, slowly and earnestly, "The - Lord - is - my - Shepherd". But again he was stopped. "Nae, ye dinna read it richt yet," the old minister said, shaking his head. "Now watch me..." Holding up his left hand, he placed the forefinger of his right hand on the thumb of the left and said, "The" - then to the next finger, "Lord" - and to the next, "is" - and then grasping firmly the fourth finger, he said, "You TAKE HOLD of the fourth one and say, 'My'." "Oh!" exclaimed the little boy. "It's 'The Lord is MY shepherd!'" Not long afterward, the little boy followed the sheep out to pasture one morning. Hours later his broken little body was found at the foot of a steep cliff, over which he had evidently fallen by accIdent. His life was gone, but the grief-stricken parents saw one thing that cheered their hearts, for the little right hand, though cold in death, was clasped firmly upon the fourth finger of the left, and they knew that their little laddie was safe in the arms of HIS Shepherd! - From a Radio Programme Broadcast, Rev. Hilmore Cedarholm