It’s no accident that God invited shepherds to be part of Jesus’ “welcome to Earth” celebration.
This same baby would grow up to be a friend to so many that society had rejected or left on the fringes… and to ultimately be the Good Shepherd who laid down his life for the same.
I’m thankful to be one of those outsiders who have now been brought in, one of those forgotten who has been remembered, one of those lost who has now been found.
What those shepherds saw nestled in that manger hay was Hope with skin on.
They witnessed a new chapter, a new beginning.
When all seemed lost, God made a way.
The babe who would be king.
Born that night.
For all.
Merry Christmas.
