Was it on a night like this, as the world went on with business as usual, did God interrupt Man in all his sorrow and fear with a Saviour? A baby in a manger, whom shepherds watch and angels sing.
I wonder how that unexpected first Christmas was for those shepherds, in sleepless, solemn vigil on a night just like any other night (as any final MBBS guy would tell you). No Christmas shopping or feast for them...just quiet amazement as they stood at the cotside of the Saviour, the heavenly chorus still ringing in their ears.
And tonight, perhaps I will too allow that divine interruption into my heart; to pause awhile in the midst of planning and preparation and busyness and fear...to stand amazed, again, at the tiny hands of the Baby...and to follow those feet up to Calvary's hill. And perhaps, find myself,; not defined by the pursuits of the world but reflected in the eyes of my Saviour.
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