Meditation - Luke 2

• verse 9 - an angel of the Lord appeared to them and  the glory of the Lord shone around them - JUST ONE - they start by seeing only one angel, and they freak out... He must have been thinking, “Oh boys, buckle up.  You’re about to be in for quite a show.”
  
• verse 9 - they were terrified - as with Ezekiel, this seems to be the common response
  
• verse 13 - a GREAT COMPANY of the heavenly host appeared - LOTS OF ANGELS - holy cow, this must have sent them all into the fetal position if just one angel had left them terrified...
  
• I love the fact that after verse 9, we don’t get a clue about the shepherds’ reactions until verse 15 and it’s not completely stated until verse 18.  It’s just understood that they were in shock, but who wouldn’t be?
  
• verse 15 - “...which the Lord has told us about.” - they have no doubt in their minds that this was an encounter with the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. I love it.
  
• verse 17 and 20 - Even before He had actually done anything (relatively speaking, of course), the only proper responses to the wonder that it Jesus Christ is evangelism and worship
  

I just can’t imagine what it must look like to see an entire host of angels and be enveloped by the glory of God.  The only thing I can possibly imagine that God’s glory might resemble is something like a cloud of light.  Like a fog that is in and of itself radiant.  I certainly can’t blame the shepherds for being terrified.  To be camping out in the middle of nowhere, your eyes adjusting to the flickers of the campfire, and then, without any warning at all, you’re surrounded by light and an angel is standing in front of you.  Oh my.  How does one cope with that?

I think that Luke answered that question perfectly, you don’t.  You just sit in awe and watch.  And when it’s over, you obey whatever commands were sent your way and then you tell all your friends about it.

You don’t rationalize it.

You don’t try to make sense of it.

You don’t try to pretend that you somehow deserved that experience.

You don’t try to make it sound like you deserved to be enveloped by the glory of Most High God.

You just get the word out.

But how often do I try to do all those things that I shouldn’t?  How often do I try to bend every experience I have with God into something that I’m comfortable with?  How often have I been reduced to tears in the revelation and/or presence of Jesus and not allowed my life to be changed by that?

I don’t know that I’ve ever heard someone talk about the fact that they either ran through town with their sheep, or they left their sheep out in the fields.  But that’s the reality.  They had to have done something with those animals.  Yet, Luke doesn’t mention them herding the sheep into Bethlehem, and because he tends to be fairly explicit about all the goings-on, I would actually tend to believe that what we’re supposed to see is that the shepherds ditched their sheep.

Jesus, how many times have You come to me?  How many times have You shown Your love to me?  And yet, it took me nearly twenty-three years to actually be changed by that information.  It took me years to leave the life and plans that I had come up with and actually just be obedient to You.

Those shepherds were most likely illiterate.  For a whole host of angels to appear to them and tell them that a baby was in a manger somewhere in Bethlehem must have seemed insane.  But they didn’t care.  They just knew that the story had to be told, and because it had happened to them, they were going to tell it.

They knew that the storyteller wasn’t what was important, but the story was.  And apparently, so did the Father.  The shepherds had a deeper understanding of what happened that night than I think I’ve ever given them credit.  However, they only knew the beginning of the story!  They knew that the Savior had been born, but they couldn’t possibly have known that that Child was going to bear their sins.

So, how much more of a responsibility do I have, knowing the first half of the story and having a pretty good idea of how it’s going to end, to get the word out?

Jesus, I have no idea what to say.  Forgive me.  While I should have been moved to action by Your work on the cross and Your continuing work in me, I’ve hidden it.  Forget an instance to the contrary here or there, when I actually did share You with the people around me.  I don’t want to talk to You about matters of degree.  Because that’s not what it’s about.

It’s about faithfulness.  And, in that same foolishness/wisdom paradox, those shepherds were faithful.  Teach me to be faithful.  Place that same desire and passion in my heart to get the word out.  I want my life to be changed.  This school is the start, but don’t let it end here.  Make me faithful.  Make me bold.  And please, forgive me for not responding appropriately in the past.  Just make me faithful in the present and the future.

Jesus, I come to You.  I take a cue from the shepherds and throw myself before You in terror and awe.  Change me.  Open my eyes to the reality of how amazing it is to interact with the Living God and Risen Lord.  Have mercy on me, Son of David.  Give me the grace and courage to spread the word.  This life is Yours.