Friday, December 16, 2016
Some people come to Jesus like the shepherds.
Out in the fields, minding their own business -- and kablammo!
Something big happens!
Angels show up! a huge angel choir! Glory to God in the highest!
Life change in a moment.
The shepherds drop everything and run to Bethlehem, where they find
teh Christ-child lying in a manger.
They rejoice, celebrate and end up broadcasting the good news
everywhere they go. Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Others come to Jesus like the wise men.
They see a distant star in the east and are puzzled by its appearing.
"What does this mean?", they wonder. After a long pondering, they
begin a long, winding journey of faith.
It takes them quite a while to figure things out -- with plenty of
detours along the way. But, eventually, they, too, end up in
Departing, they did not cause a big scene like the shepherds --but had
the experience of inner transformation as well (though of the "still
I like the manger scenes where wise men and shepherds are all together
at the manger.
Though most Bible scholars say otherwise, as a hopeless romantic, I
imagine love to imagine it just like the Christmas cards. I picture
them kneeling before Jesus side by side: rich and poor, wise men and
shepherds, locals and tourists -- all worshiping Jesus together! It's
would be just like God's timing to arrange it that way.
The important lesson here? It doesn't matter whether you are a
shepherd or a wise man. Shepherds aren't better because they dashed
dashed to Jesus. Wise men aren't better because they took a longer,
thoughtful, more reflective route.
The only thing that matters is that they both ended up worshiping
Jesus in Bethlehem.