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The Birth and the Shepherds Visit


WHO ARE WE?

We left the inn where the Innkeeper had cursed us and aimed a kick at Huckle. We didn’t know where to turn or look so we walked back to where the sheep had been penned. It had gotten so much colder.

     Huckle saw another shepherd he knew and walked toward him. Suddenly the two were in a fight, shoving each other and swinging their shepherd crooks. 
     Muckle and I ran over to stop the fight when suddenly a powerfully intense light blazed on us, a light so forceful we dove to the ground to try to escape. The man who Huckle fought ran away as fast as he could. 
     We squirmed like ants under the intensity and an Angelic voice said: “Fear not!” We lay still and the light moved up above us but shone on us. We sat up.      
     “I bring you good news of great joy for all the people...” and the brilliant light moved high into the sky. We knelt. 
     “For unto you is born a Savior, Christ the Lord” and the light beamed downward “and you shall find him wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.” 
     And a huge choir of Angels sang “Glory to God in the Highest and on earth peace to men of goodwill.” And suddenly they were gone but the light shown a path for us.

     We stood, dazzled and shaken.

     “We must follow the Star!” said Muckle.



WHY ARE WE HERE?

 We went toward the light and wound up back at the Inn. Huckle’s expression changed to anger and his eyes flashed toward the Inn. I grabbed his shoulders and looked into his face directly and said, “Fuggedabout the Innkeeper, we’re here for the baby!” He nodded meekly.

     We made our way around back and a radiance illuminated the stable. “Hullo there!" Muckle shouted and an old man stepped out of the stable. “Who are you?" Joseph asked holding a walking stick in a defensive gesture.

     “Shepherds are we.” I said.

     "Why are you here?" he asked.

     “It is God’s son we would find out.” Said Huckle.

     "What do you want?!” he asked,

     “We bring gifts.” Said Muckle.

     “Enter then.” Said the Joseph. “Here is the child you seek to find.

     We entered only slightly, lay down our crooks, doffed our caps, bowed our heads and knelt as the Holy Presence was palpable and filled us with awe.

     I took a half step forward holding out my wool to the mother who smiled. “I bring this wool that thy mother may make thy bed full-soft and keep thee warm.” The child seemed to smile as well and my heart was moved.

     Muckle moved in and lifted a bottle of milk. “I bring thee this milk.” The woman took the bottle. “When he hungers it may stay his weeping.” She nodded.

     Huckle pushed in on the other side of the cradle. “I bring thee King this lambkin white wherein thou mayest much delight!” Joseph took the lamb. Huckle reached in and the baby touched his finger. His face changed and he smiled.



WHAT DO I WANT?

His mother sang to us: “Shepherds, I thank you for your gifts and offerings. God grant you sustenance and keep from every harm your sheep.”

     We rocked the baby for a while, heard him coo. Then he got fussy, his mother picked him up. We slowly backed out into the darkness. We re-dressed for the cold and our dark lives with a growing warmth in our hearts.

     “Hey, lads, how has it befallen thus” quietly mused Muckle, “that He is born where none can guess?”

     “In such poor place to see the day.” Added Huckle thoughtfully. “It was so cold I could see his breath.”

We stood and silently considered the stable, the star and the child.

     “And it’s He who will the whole world rule and sway!” said Muckle.

     “This baby brings God’s peace to all mankind.” I said,

     “Yes,” said Huckle. “And He touched my finger. He touched me.”

     After a few minutes we slowly started to move away.

     “In the morning we will tell this the Mayor!” I said as I put on my gloves.

     “They’ll not believe what we report!” said Muckle.

     “They will of us make mock and sport!” said Huckle.

     “Maybe this Child is born in such a poor and lowly station so that people may learn to live in humble fashion... learn to share with others in the same way that the Lord has freely shared this Child with both rich and poor and on us all had compassion.”


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