By: Zach Collins Let me tell you a story. A little lamb and his mother passed by the pig pen one day on their way to the pasture. The lamb looked longingly at the pigs who wallowed in the mire, and he asked his mother, “Can I go and play in the mud?” His mother responded, “No, sheep don’t wallow.”  The little lamb understood the sentiment of his mother’s statement, but as he looked at the pigs in the mud, it looked like so much fun! He thought the cool mud would be a relief on a hot day. One day, when the little lamb grew older, the mother allowed the little lamb to go ahead of her toward the sheepfold. But, in defiance, he chose to jump the fence into the pig pen. The cool mud began to cover his ankles and provide him with relief. So, he went a little deeper. Eventually, it reached his belly, and he was soaking in the pleasure of the mud.  But, as you know, wool and mud do not mix. The mud began to cake on his wool, and he got stuck. His pleasure had become his prison. So, he cried for help and the shepherd heard him, rescued him, and sent him back into the pasture. When he finally came to his mother, his mother said, “Sheep do not wallow.”  The little lamb sacrificed the blessings of being a sheep for a moment of pleasure and it led to a prison …