Christmas is for Everyone
As we draw near to Christmas, we're providing devotionals to help you anticipate the celebration of Jesus' birth. So during these busy and unstable times, take a few minutes to focus on our Savior.
Think about this: The King of kings, the Lord of lords, the Creator of all things, the eternal Son of God came to earth as a baby. Was He welcomed with a parade of extravagance? Was He celebrated by society? Was His birth the obsession of the media? Did the cultural elites hold a coronation ceremony for Him. No. His birth was announced, but not to the religious leaders, not to the politicians, and not to the media. His birth was announced to about the most ordinary people there were in those days. His birth was announced to shepherds in a field.
The Bible says that God sent His Son in the fullness of time. On the stage of history, after epochs and ages, after generations upon generations, time itself had reached its fullness. This was it; the collision of Heaven and Earth. God Himself was coming down. And who was the first to hear about it? Ordinary, plain, everyday, typical, working class shepherds. Why not something a little more prestigious and special for the Son of God? Because Jesus didn't come for a special group of people, He came for sinners. That's all of us. Christmas is for everyone. As the famous carol says, "Let every heart prepare Him room."
Have you received Him?
Last year I wrote a simple narrative poem that imagines the kind of person one of those ordinary shepherds could've been, who by God's plan, happened to be in that field on that extraordinary night a little over 2000 years ago.
Jethro was a simple man
With sun-worn skin and rugged hands
Far from the golden boy of his clan
He was closer to the black sheep
And it was sheep that he grew up to keep
A shepherd's path is a thankless road
And yeah, he'd heard the stories of old
"King David was a shepherd," he'd been told
"I've never killed a giant though,"
Jethro said aloud to himself, one night watching the stars glow
He didn't mean to complain, he'd always thought he had it pretty good
Working hard doing the best he could
But tonight he thought about the stuff he'd never understood
He got a little misty eyed
He was a boy the last time he cried, on the night his dad died
He'd grown up and made a life
Three kids and a loving wife
Times were hard once or twice
But he'd always turn things around
He was known as the steady shepherd in his hometown
He rubbed the scar on his knee
From the day he fought off not one wolf but three
He was as tough a shepherd as a shepherd could be
But he walked with a limp form that day on
And truth be told the pain in his knee wasn't gone
He had other scars invisible to the eye
But he was never one to ask why
"In order to live, a man's gotta die,
So feed your family and know right from wrong."
His dad taught him that before he'd passed on
And that's exactly what Jethro had done
The fifth born child and the last born son
As he thought about his life, battles lost and battles won
One thought in his head was extra loud
He was wondering if dad would be proud
And that's when the flash burned the black sky
The blazing glory of thousands of years gone by
The rugged shepherd turned his gaze on high
And became the first in Bethlehem
To hear about peace on earth, goodwill to man
Pastor Kyle McMullen