Few parables are as heartwarming as that of the Good Shepherd looking for the one lost sheep. And do you know who that sheep was? You! I'm not quite sure where the shepherd found that sheep. Was it stuck in a bush? Was it precariously close to a cliff? Was it being imminently hunted by a wolf? Or may it was eating grass in some other green pasture, blissfully (but dangerously) unaware of its loss condition?