The Shepherd’s Christmas
Story by John Miller
A few hours
into his long night’s watch, the young shepherd stood guarding his flock. His
eyes and ears strained to catch the slightest sound of any nearby predator. His sheep lay sleeping, having filled their
bellies on the sparse but rich green grasses of desert fields and had quenched
their thirst from clear still waters. Each sheep had been carefully inspected
and an ointment applied to the heads of those with open sores to keep insects
from disturbing them.
The lowly shepherd,
having led and guarded his flock by day, had settled them for a secure nights
rest. He had given careful attention to the young unblemished lambs that were
so few among the sheep. As was the
Abrahamic tradition, these sacrificial lambs were
his highly valued possession and were to be closely guarded day and night. This was his night watch; his ancient
duty recently entrusted to him by his older brother who slept nearby, leaning
against an outcropping of a large smooth rock. His song of security and comfort
to his flock was more an occasional “clicking” of his tongue to the roof of his
mouth mixed with a soft, low humming. The sheep knew him.
From a distant
field, he could hear the lonely song of another shepherd standing watch over his
flock. His was a soft, mellow whistle with an occasional high pitch. Each shepherd in his solitude was grateful for
the watchful eye and ear of the distant other. Their keenly sharpened search
beyond their flocks into the dark surrounding fields for predators was a
combined effort for these men. All was calm
and quiet. All was well on this silent night in the fields outside of
Bethlehem.
Suddenly,
there came a heavenly event, a resounding sound in the dark skies that would
forever change these lowly shepherds; would change the world. The young
shepherd prodded his sleeping brother awake with his staff. “Get up, brother, there’s
something happening,” he cried out. Fear gripped the shepherds until an angel
of the Lord appeared to them and the glory of the Lord shone around them. These simple men had never seen an angel. They
fell to the ground to hide their faces. Their sheep stirred but remained
asleep.
The angel
spoke to them saying, “You have nothing
to fear! I come to proclaim good news to you – tidings of great joy to be
shared by the whole people. This day in David’s city a savior has been born to
you, the Messiah and the Lord. Let this be a sign to you: in a manger you will
find an infant wrapped in swaddling clothes.” Hearing this, the shepherds
lifted their eyes to the skies to see a multitude of heavenly hosts praising
God and saying, “Glory to God in the
highest and on earth peace, good will toward men.”
When the
angels had returned to heaven, the two shepherds said to one another,”Let us go over to Bethlehem and see this
event which the Lord has made known to us.” As they crossed the fields, they called to the distant shepherds
to join them. Each man left his flocks behind, unguarded by humans. They acted
in trust of the angel’s words of proclamation; invited by heavenly hosts, their
focus was on beholding the miraculous sight of the Infant Lord. The shepherds girded their robes at their
belts in order to run fast into the town of Bethlehem, whose name means “House
of Bread.”
Approaching
the manger, the shepherds fell to their knees several feet away from the
Infant’s crib. “May we draw closer to see his face, please?” they begged. Their
chests heaved and lungs burned from running from their fields.
“Sir, we unclean.
Our clothes are ragged and dusty. Dear lady, we have no gift for your Child,
except our hearts that pound with excitement inside our chests. We ran from the
fields when the angel of the Lord told us of his birth. We left our flocks
unattended. We must trust His angels to guard them while we are away.” Their calloused,
trembling hands reached out towards the Child’s parents in their plea for
permission to come into His presence. “Is it true? Is this child really the
Lord? They asked. With heads bowed, they waited for the parent’s response in
silent hope.
“Come near,”
was Mary’s reply. He is sleeping but I will hold him up for you to see.” The
shepherds’ eyes shifted to Joseph, who nodded in silent agreement with his
wife. The men crawled close to the Child and his mother. None dare stand in the
holy presence of the Lord.
“Welcome, to
the world, Lord. We are unworthy beggars before you.” they uttered to the
Child. Their quivering lips gave way to silence, as time stood still in their
hearts. They gazed for long moments upon the face of the Child. “Thank you sir
and dear lady,” they whispered and slowly backed away with heads bowed. A deeper understanding of the angel’s
proclamation had come to them. These lowly men, of no account to the rich
townspeople or to the priests and scribes of the synagogue, were chosen to be the
first human visitors to the Infant Christ, the Messiah.
Christ was first revealed
- not to honorable and distinguished witnesses - He passed by them, and chose
shepherds, humble men of no rank. God’s promise in Chapter 3 of the Book of
Genesis, the “seed of woman” was fulfilled in this infant Son of God. This
awesome truth was imparted to simple men and in a manner that God saw fit. Our God Incarnate who became the Word made
flesh, Christ the Messiah, The Bread of Life and The Lamb of God was first
welcomed into the world by lowly shepherds. After all, their work was to raise
and protect the unblemished lambs that would be sacrificed at the coming Feast
of Pentecost. By the power of the Spirit, they understood the simple,
purposeful and yet unspoken holy name, “Lamb of God.”
The Infant Child that was refused a decent space for
birth in the town of Bethlehem had been given space in the hearts of simple
men; had become their first Christmas gift to be shared with the world. Their hearts burned with joy, as they
humbly received this gift of God’s grace. They believed. They understood. They
would be the first human messengers of Christmas.
The shepherds each returned to their flocks, and found
all of the animals safe and secure in the fading night. They had talked incessantly
along the way to their fields. Each felt the urge to scream out the news of his
encounter with the God Child, the newfound joy was nearly bursting within his
chest. But each restrained himself for the sake of the other’s flocks. These
uneducated men who lacked rank and were denied entry to the Temple of God, were
now filled with the true meaning of the first Christmas; an understanding that
came from the Holy Spirit. Wonderful images of the Blessed Infant and joyful thoughts
of their first Christmas now filled their hearts. They would not, could not sleep
for now.
The shepherd’s lonely night watch would never again be
the same. Each man reveled in the dirt on his garment and the worn sandals that
marked him as humble and lowly, yet he was regarded to be of great worth by his
Savior. Each pondered how to tell his
family of this night’s blessing. Would he be believed? Their nearly
inexpressible thoughts consumed them. “Silent Night, Holy Night!”
The awakening dawn invited their weary eyes to search
skyward, where in its passing dark night, the song of angels had heralded great
news of the newborn God-Son, Emmanuel. The nearby rolling hills now hid the little
Town of Bethlehem where they had seen the face of The Lamb of God, The Good
Shepherd. It was the first Christmas morning.
Epilog.
One may
wonder why the Biblical account of Christ’s birth is so simple, so brief. This
divine and incomprehensible act of love needs few Scriptural words. The brief
account of this miracle birth stirs the Spirit-inspired hearts and minds of men
who endlessly re-count that which is bound up in the deeper mystery of God’
infinite grace – His purposeful and unchanging truth. God’s infinite wisdom, so often seen as foolishness in the eyes of most
men, exceeds all human wisdom that will ever exist in the world. The God-child’s lowly birth place, his call
to lowly messengers of the field to witness his humble beginnings was pure, divine
and purposeful. The
“Seed of woman,” which God promised to fallen mankind in the Garden of Eden,
the Incarnate Redeemer who would reconcile sinful man to Him, was in made flesh
upon the earth. He lay in a manger. It was the first part of Christ’s “emptying himself of the outward glory
and majesty of His deity in preparation for His redemptive work on the Cross of
Grace; of becoming flesh, God incarnate and being welcomed into a needy world
by humble messengers, shepherds – simple men without exalted life agendas. And this
year we hear their humble message once again, Christ has come! “Merry Christmas
to all!”