I have
to be honest. I have found this journey
a little difficult at times. It is still
early on, but there are so many perspectives that I had not taken into
view. As I study, a bit ahead of where
we are on this blog, I find myself veering wildly back to what I have always
known and not taking time to stop and soak in the peripheral matters. A quick example of this would be if you had
ever fallen asleep on a road trip. You
may wake up as you arrive at the destination.
“We’re here!” If you were a
child, you are just happy to be where you were headed. If you were the adult you may have realized
that you used a certain amount of gas, the drive was rough as it had been
raining most of the way, you narrowly avoided a few accidents, there was a
beautiful scene as the sun set, seeing those three deer in the field, a semi truck flipped over, etc etc etc.
There
is a lot going on in the story of Jesus.
The more
I find as I begin to unpack, the more I realize that I am the kid sleeping in
the car.
I am
not sure exactly what the night of Christ’s birth. We certainly know there were visitors, but as
I mentioned before, it probably didn’t look quite like the scene that we have
derived from Francis Assisi’s nativity.
The magi didn’t come to see Christ for a few years after His birth. The Shepherds were alerted via angel
announcement. Both were miraculous.
I
wonder, when Mary and Joseph heard how the shepherds and then the magi were led
to Jesus, what that must have been like.
First,
the shepherds, they were never considered to be high class. Certainly, it would seem that it was a life
that could support your family. Finding
a job as the temple shepherd, as it would seem these shepherds were, would be a
good shepherding job. However, the hours
weren’t great, as we see these gentlemen watching sheep at night. Think about that, watching sheep…at
night. Having to stay alert and awake to
watch sheep and make sure nothing harmed them.
Pretty exciting stuff there…but when something exciting did happen, it
was highly dangerous. It was dangerous
for the sake of the wellbeing of sheep.
Ironic that Christ was embarking on
His dangerous mission for His “sheep”.
A
normal, mundane night and all of a sudden a bright light with angels and
singing…tell me that you wouldn’t find that scary. They had no way to explain it away. It was an angelic announcement of the birth
of the Savior. These looked down upon people
were the first to hear the announcement of the Savior. This all is recorded in Luke 2. They went to Bethlehem. It shows that Bethlehem wasn’t some large
metropolis, because these shepherds found Jesus without the use of any crazy
technology. They must have walked into
town, saw a bit of a ruckus and realized that must be where a baby has been
born.
Think about
it. You hear the angels proclaim. You decide to go and check it out. Surprisingly, or maybe not, what they said
was true. How could you deny that this
is indeed the Messiah?
Often
times as I read this, it is so static. I
get to the destination that Christ was born and shepherds were involved and I
lose the wonder of what happened. The
perspective of the shepherds is just one angle, but how wonderful it must have
been to be in a field, or on a hill, and the sky burst open with the
celebration of the angel’s song. The
angel’s announcement and then the physical confirmation as they walked into the
tiny town of Bethlehem and found the Savior was indeed born as they laid their
eyes on this newborn child. I mean,
what did these guys say to their wives when they got home? Did they grab their families and come over
the next day? Can you imagine their
child’s face as they shared this story?
What a
tremendous happening…and how often I miss it as a sleeping child on a road
trip, I arrive at the destination without taking in all of the scenery, the
details, and the conversation along the way.
May we never lose our wonder.