Several days ago, something I read on Mervi’s blog prompted me to think at length about the effect the birth of Jesus had on those who saw Him that Bethlehem night. In particular, I believe Mervi mentioned the shepherds who left their watch and traveled to the crude shelter where Jesus had been laid in the manger. Can you even imagine how those men must have felt that night? The awe, the terror that gripped them, as, suddenly, in the dark of night, the sky was filled with heralding angels; multitudes of heavenly beings telling of the birth of a baby of all things, but with such convincing tones and appearances that once the angels disappeared back into the heaven,
“the shepherds said one to another, Let us now go even unto Bethlehem, and see this thing which is come to pass, which the Lord hath made known unto us.”
Swiftly, the shepherds left the terrorized hillside and made their way to Jesus. No doubt reverently, they crept to the straw-filled manger where lay the Son of God. No doubt their lives were forever changed. When at last they were able to move from the presence of God,
“they made known abroad the saying which was told them concerning this child.”
I wasn’t on a Judean hillside that faraway night in Israel, I didn’t see the baby Jesus in Bethlehem’s manger, but one day someone led me into the presence of God. I came away filled with awe, and my life has been forever changed.
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