Then, having counted them in, and having found that all are there, he places himself across the doorway, and bids his dear flock lie down, because while he is there as their door, no harm can come to them. This is a little picture of how it is Jesus, the Good Shepherd, can call Himself the Door of the Sheep. I think He wanted His people—His sheep and His lambs—to understand that if He is the Door, that is their safety. If they have entered by Him; if they have come to Him to be saved, and washed and made His own sheep, then they have entered by the door into the sheepfold, and are safe within it! Jesus says, no man shall pluck them out of His hands. Satan may try to get in and snatch the sheep or the lambs, but if Jesus is their own Shepherd and Saviour, if they are truly His sheep and lambs, then they need fear no evil, for He says, "Because I live, ye shall live also." [Illustration: HE LEADS THEM TO A PLACE OF SAFETY.] THE DOOR OF THE SHEEP Jesus is our Shepherd, Wiping every tear; Folded in His bosom, What have we to fear? Only let us follow Whither He doth lead, To the thirsty desert, Or the dewy mead. Jesus is our Shepherd: For the sheep He bled; Every lamb is sprinkled With the blood He shed; Then on each He setteth His own secret sign; "They that have My Spirit, These," saith He, "are Mine." Jesus is our Shepherd: Guarded by His arm, Though the wolves may raven, None can do us harm; When we tread death's valley, Dark with fearful gloom, We will fear no evil, Victors o'er the tomb. XIX. "In My Father's House are Many Mansions" The very last evening that our dear Lord was on earth before His death, He and His twelve disciples were gathered together in that upper room to eat the Passover. On the morrow he was to die! But though He had told the disciples very often of His death, they had failed to believe it. Peter had said "That be far from Thee, Lord!" and had, like the other disciples, dismissed the fear from his thoughts. It had only been a few days before this Passover night that Mary, the sister of Lazarus, had poured the sweet-smelling spikenard ointment on our Lord's Head at the supper table; and He, knowing all things that were coming to pass, said she had anointed His Body for His burial. But still, the listening disciples paid no heed. But now the last evening had come. The Passover supper was over, and Judas had left them and gone out into the darkness. If no one else expected the death of the Lord of Glory, Judas knew in his heart that he had sold his Lord for thirty pieces of silver, and that the Jews would surely kill Him! But Judas was gone out; and now our Lord turned to the eleven who were left, and began to comfort them, with words of strength and hope.