A narrative of Jesus’ birth in the perspective of a shepherd

I’m a shepherd. I don’t do much but watch over my sheep with other shepherds. It’s a very demanding job, and it seems all I ever do is watch over my sheep. I take care of them every day and night throughout the whole year, so it can get pretty boring (and smelly) out there with them. I do, however, have one story that isn’t so boring.

It was a normal day, and I with the other shepherds had, obviously, been taking care of my sheep. I was tired and ready to sleep for the night, but one of my wayward sheep would undoubtedly wander off if I did. It was starting to get dark, and that just made me even more tired.

Then, suddenly, a bright light appeared and I could see everything all around me. I looked to where the light was coming from and saw a human shaped figure in front of all of us. After a moment, I realized that this figure was an angel of the Lord! I almost couldn’t believe it!

Once I knew that an angel was in front of me, I was extremely afraid. I believe it was very obvious that the other shepherds and I were afraid because the angel began to speak. “Fear not, for behold, I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord. And this will be a sign for you: you will find a baby wrapped in swaddling cloths and lying in a manger.”1

This was the best news that I had received in days, weeks, months, years – my whole life! Our Savior was here! He was alive and this angel had just told us to go visit him! Our people had waited for hundreds of years for this, and, for some reason, we were one of the first to know!

After the angel had told us these things, a countless group of other angels joined and began to praise God with words. “Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace among those with whom he is pleased!”1 After some time, the angels left and ascended back into heaven.

Then the other shepherds and I agreed that we should to Bethlehem to see the Savior. We started to Bethlehem as quickly as we could. As soon as we began to travel, I, along with the other shepherds, could not keep my excitement inside of me. I was about to see the Savior of Israel who was promised to us from God! How could we not be excited?

Finally, we had reached Bethlehem. We now had to search for the baby in a manger. The streets were packed and all the buildings seemed to be full. We passed by many inns, houses and people.

We then came to a particular inn, and behind the inn was a stable in the rock. We could see that inside the stable was a man and a woman. The stable also contained a manger with a baby inside wrapped in cloth. We then were fully aware that this was where the Savior laid. We came up closer to the stable to to look at the baby. I was overtaken by emotions and was amazed at this baby. I was in the presence of God’s son, the Messiah, the Holy One, the Savior of Israel!

The other shepherds and I could not keep this information to ourselves, so, when we eventually left, we went and told people about the Savior. Everyone we spoke to marveled at what we had to say about the baby. We traveled home and praised God the whole way for fulfilling his promise.

When we finished our journey, we went back to work.
And that is the most exciting story I can tell.

Read the Christmas series disclaimer.
We understand that the shepherds may have never felt or thought what is told here.

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Cover Photo: Henry Burrows
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