8 And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. 9 An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. 10 But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people. 11 Today in the town of David a Saviour has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord. 12 This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.” Luke 2:8-12
My mother was a farmer’s daughter. I remember visiting the
farm on childhood holidays, in what seemed to me - born and brought up in
London - the backwoods of southern Ireland. A city boy through and through, I’m
afraid that nothing of that rural way of life has left its mark on me. So the
story of the shepherds and the angels doesn’t strike any particular chords with
me.
The farm had dairy cattle anyway – big lumpy, floppy,
smelly cows, I remember – rather than sheep. So, probably like most of us, I
have to work hard with my imagination to picture these unnamed men Luke tells
us about, “living out in the fields” as they “kept watch over their flocks” by
night.
The scholars tell us that probably they were looked down on
by their more prosperous neighbours because their work routine prevented them
from fulfilling their religious duties – just as in our world there are those
for whom standard Sunday service times are simply not possible. (I began my
ministry twenty years later in Scunthorpe, Lincolnshire, a “steel town” which
functioned according to a shift system that imposed a sleep pattern quite alien
to anything I had known.)
I wonder what that night-shift was like for the shepherds
of Luke 2? I picture them huddled up against the cold, struggling to stay awake
and longing for morning to come.
Then something odd happens: a stranger appears as if out of
nowhere. Who can he be? Why has he come? How has he come? A
sense of something uncanny creeps over them, but it doesn’t last long, for it
becomes apparent that the visitor is a messenger of God himself (that’s really
what an “angel” was), and “the glory of the Lord shone around them”. Puzzlement
turned to terror.
The angel’s first words are simple: “Do not be
afraid…” Then he goes on to tell them about the birth of “a Saviour”,
the “Messiah”, in Bethlehem; and just to ensure there’s no risk of mistaken
identity, that they will find the child “lying in a manger” (there can’t be too
many new-born babies in Bethlehem answering to that description!). Whereupon a
heavenly choir appears, filling the night sky with awesome light and the sound
of glorious singing. It doesn’t take the shepherds long to agree to visit
Bethlehem “to see this thing that has happened” (verse 15). So off they hurry.
(I wonder what happened to the sheep?) And sure enough…
There’s much to encourage and challenge us in these few
verses.
Number one: the first people to receive the
message of Jesus’ birth were low on the social scale, on the margins of
society.
He wasn’t made known to the religious leaders in the temple
at Jerusalem, or to the political leaders like King Herod in his palace. His
parents were nobodies – and the news of his birth came first to nobodies.
What does this have to say to us in the church today? I
speak as a pretty “middle-class” Christian belonging to a pretty middle-class
church. Well, to be middle-class is no sin! But there’s something important to
ponder here. We only have to read through the New Testament to realise that the
early Christians were, many of them, slaves – lower in status even than those
shepherds.
So… thanks be to God for Christians who have heard his call
to make his love known to those at the bottom of the pile, and have rolled up
their sleeves for serious action! – whether we look back to people such as
William Booth and his Salvation Army, or in our own time to those who serve as
Street Pastors, or who run food banks, or who sit with addicts and alcoholics
in our city centres, or who establish little Christian communities (churches in
embryo?) in run down parts of cities.
Lord, forgive us if we have come to value respectability,
correctness, even doctrinal precision, rather than the practical outworking of
love!
A second encouragement: the first
word of the angel to the shepherds was “Do not be afraid”.
Isn’t that precious! Certainly, a heavenly vision of angels
is likely to result in a need for a bit of reassurance. But I fished out my
heavy Bible concordance a little earlier to discover that this same
exhortation, or something very like it, occurs more than 100 times throughout
the Bible in all sorts of different situations.
“Religion” has often been used to instil fear in
people – Am I good enough?… Am I doing enough?… Am I measuring up?… Might God
be angry with me?…
There is, no doubt, a time and place for such questions –
sin certainly needs to be “called out”, to use the current expression. But let
us never forget that the first word is one of love and reassurance: “I bring
you good news that will cause great joy…” Christianity
is a “don’t-be-afraid!” religion.
Am I living a life of good news? Is my church a community
of great joy? If not, are we worthy of the description “Christian”?
We never meet those shepherds again in the Bible, so we
have no idea what became of them. But perhaps a day will come when we will meet
them in heaven, and they will tell us their full, joyful story…
Father, thank you that your great desire is not
to crush us but to lift us up, not to condemn us but to forgive us. May even my
everyday life convey something of the good news and the great joy which can be
ours in Christ. Amen.