Lamb

When I was younger probably a teenager I received an adorable little lamb. It had been at the time one of my favorite possessions. A little off white/slightly grayish tone young skinny lamb with blue feet.
What reminded me of it today was a fictional book I read years ago about a boy with Down's syndrome who gave as a wedding gift a similar lamb tied to a cross cut open with a protrusion of flowers where the wound was held by the tie. It was to symbolize Christ dying on the cross for the Christian couple who got married.
God, Jesus the God man was slain by the Father for our punishment. He paid the penalty for the sin of His blood-bought people. Yet he was not like the religious figures of other religions, Buddha, Gandhi, Muhammad, `Abdu'l-Bahá, Haile Selassie I, who died and went to the grave. Christ rose from the dead in a glorified body. Then he ascended to heaven as witnessed by the disciples and others, yet promised He would return. His promise is faithful.
So as I ponder my stuffed lamb and the real Lamb of God I am just pensive.
May the Lamb the was slain receive the reward of His suffering.