It was God’s special
night. It was the night for the promise
to be fulfilled. There in the stillness
of that smelly stable, Mary’s baby was born.
The promise of the Garden of Eden was at last being realized. The cry of the prophets was being answered. The way back to God was opening for all
people. The wondrous gift was given and
Bethlehem slept.
But not everyone was asleep. Outside the city walls, working through the
night were the shepherds. They were
rough men, uneducated, but honest labourers.
In religious circles they were suspect, because they were regarded as
ceremonially unclean. They were
considered unreliable and thus were not permitted to testify in a court of
law. To such unlikely common folk the
good news came.
The site they inhabited still exists
today. There is still a place called
Shepherd’s Field, just outside the city of Bethlehem. We have a picture that Glen took of the spot
when he visited there some forty years ago.
But more than 2000 years ago, the shepherds who were out there that
night, were going about their business, looking after the sheep they were
responsible for. And on that wonderful
night, Shepherd’s Field became a special place, significant for all time.
On that night the unsuspecting
shepherds were startled by a blinding light.
The heard musical anthems, that seemed to come from Heaven.
Now they were just ordinary fellows, so you
can imagine how confused and bewildered they must have felt. All this frightened them. Then an angel spoke to them.
“Don’t be afraid,” he said. “I have come to tell you some wonderful
news. This is news that will impact all
people everywhere. Tonight, in
Bethlehem, a Saviour has been born. You
can go and see for yourselves. You will
find this baby lying in a manger, in a stable.”
It was God’s moment. The world would never be the same again. A Saviour, Christ the Lord had been born in
Bethlehem.
Suddenly the sky lit up. A whole host of angels were singing. They were praising God and celebrating the tremendous
act of God in coming to earth to save those whom sin had separated from
Him.
The shepherds looked at one
another. They decided that they could
not let something like this pass them by.
They had to go and see. Huffing
and puffing, they ran shouting to the stable.
And just like the angel had told them, there they found Him. As they trouped inside, they stopped in their
tracks. He was lying quietly in the
makeshift cot – the Saviour of the world.
Bending tenderly over the tiny newborn was Mary his mother and close by
her stood her attentive husband, Joseph.
The shepherds had never felt
anything like it. Maybe they did not
understand the full significance of the event, but they did have the sense that
they were somehow in the presence of God, Himself.
And when they left, they could not
contain their exuberance. They shouted
out the news. The Bible says that they
went out, “…glorifying and praising God for all the things they had heard and
seen.” (Luke 2: 20)
The excitement spread. Soon the
whole town knew. God’s moment of
deliverance had come. The promise had
been fulfilled. The Saviour was
born.
But
some people did not understand. In
Jerusalem, six miles away, King Herod did not understand. Some of the religious leaders did no
understand. The Roman soldiers did not
understand.
God has acted. We have graciously been given a way back to
God. We have the promise that if we
admit our need of God, if we believe in Jesus as our Saviour, as our Lord, then
we can become true children of God. We
can enter into joyful fellowship with God, our loving Heavenly Father.
When we accept the Saviour of the World,
the power of Satan, the one who spoiled it all in Eden is overcome. He is defeated. God has kept His promise. He has acted.
There is a way available to the God who stands with open arms ready to
embrace us and welcome us home. Thanks
be to God!
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4 comments:
Thank you for this lovely retelling of the Christmas event, Eleanor. You cover so much ground in a short space. And that was enlightening background on the status of the shepherds in their times and country, too.~~+~~
A big omission on my part, Eleanor. Your darling, smiling angel deserves mention. Precious to you, I'm sure. ~~+~~
Thanks, Peter for your ever encouraging comments.
Blessings of the season!
Eleanor, I just came across your Twitter and read your Christmas Story.
Wonderful and so appropriate.
A very Merry Christmas and God's richest Blessings to you and your family.
Salut,
Larry
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