Most of us accept the biblical accounting
of the birth of Christ. Let us examine
one of the elements of that story – the shepherds.
They were perhaps a motley assortment of
fellows. They lived outside most of
their lives, and they chased sheep around.
Sometimes they had to be the defender of the sheep – which means they
fought off wolves and a few lions and tigers and bears, oh my!
They got cranky occasionally, and they
were perhaps great story-tellers. What
else is there to do around all of those fires on all of those nights?
All of a sudden their night’s sleep is
interrupted by bright lights, heavenly beings, and commanding
pronouncements. And to top it all off,
they are told, with force, to leave their comfortable nights habitat and go
find a – get this – find a baby in a feeding trough.
Can you believe that?
Well, being shepherds from the right side
of the tracks, they went and they found all things as it had been told them.
Let’s look in on their visit.
“On one side sits a group of
shepherds. They sit silently, in awe, and
on the floor. Are they perplexed? Are they amazed? You bet.
They were the ones who heard the first
cries, the first whisperings of God.
And there they sit, witnesses to the most
amazing beginnings the world had ever seen.
P Michael
Biggs
Offering Hope
Encouragement Inspiration
One Word at a Time
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