They, obviously, were men of simple, and thus, profound faith. The angels' appearence to these men--and boys, I assume; shepherds in training--was not a random act. God doesn't do random. They went from feeling petrified to being overcome with ecstatic joy. The message must have seemed improbable--the Savior has come; He has been born in Bethlehem; you'll find Him wrapped in rags--a baby, and in a manger. Oh, Bethlehem, was not improbable--the city of David, but a baby, poor like them, clothed humbly like them? But yes, "for you, has been born this day in the city of David, a Savior." Yes, "for you." And so they ran, "made haste"--whatever that may have looked like--joyous wonder and expectation in motion, a flock of men seeking their Shepherd. And they had no doubts. They didn't go to see if it was true--they went to see. And having seen, they went joyously to tell--"the Savior is here. Angels told us where to find Him." And then they returned to the darkness on the hillside, and, I imagine, looking up at those innumerable stars, just like Father Abraham, believed. And it was imputed to their account as righteousness. A Savior. Born for us. The Savior through whom all the nations of the earth will be blessed.
Yes, for you, was born that day, a Savior, Jesus Christ the Lord. Yes,
for you. And the message is the same: "Seek, and you will find."
Believe. Rejoice. Tell.
Believe. Rejoice. Tell.
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