Christmas is a time for giving and rejoicing. But more than that, it is a time for marvelling, standing back in amazement to marvel at what God has done in sending his own son, Jesus Christ, to become one of us.
There was no notice on Twitter, no live video feed, no Sky News headline to announce his coming. His arrival, in the form of a baby wrapped up in swaddling clothes, wasn't announced to the King, or to the important rulers of the temple. It was simply declared to a few shepherds, whose reaction must have been one of sheer amazement. Tonight's display conveyed a sense of that amazement. A single shepherd, surrounded by his sheep, standing and gazing towards the cluster of square, oriental-looking buildings that formed the little town of Bethlehem.
It was a simple scene, yet one full of meaning. God had chosen this particular moment in time, to reveal himself in a place where nobody was expecting him to come - in a manger on the margins of the town, to a marginalised people.
Tonight, along with that shepherd, we stood in amazement. We marvelled at what God had done. That is what this is all about!
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