As we begin this third week of Advent, many of us have Christmas parties, school projects, class parties, teachers’ gifts, baking, shopping, etc., etc. on our list of to-do’s. I know I am looking forward to a break from school where my daughter will be home all day long! We can really get into more Christmas preparations and spending lots and lots of time as a family. Celebrating Advent has been a really good time to not let us forget that we are to be preparing for the coming of the Christ child, not just a bunch of parties. I have enjoyed our times of singing as a family as well as the great discussions I’ve had with my daughter.
Here is this week’s devotion:
(Light the first and second purple candles and now also light the pink candle.) On this third week of Advent, we also light the Shepherd’s candle.
Read Luke 2:8-20.
When we light this third candle, we understand that, like the shepherds, we can come to Christ, believing He is who He says He is, and tell everyone of the things He has done. After being told by angels what had happened, then seeing it for themselves, the shepherds could not contain themselves. They went around telling everyone what they had seen and what they now knew.
Sing “Angels We Have Heard on High” as a family.
My thoughts on shepherds…
This evening, I had the privilege of attending a huge Christmas production at a church in Tucson. They had a live nativity that was put together as a choir beautifully sang about Emmanuel, God with us, and worshiping Christ the King. It was incredibly moving, but as I was driving home, I was pondering why it moved me so much. Was it just the music? I know that have a soft spot for good choral music. Then I started thinking about the shepherds. Much like choosing the lowliest of towns to have the King of Kings enter the world (see last week’s post), God also chose some of the lowliest people to welcome His Son. I pictured in my head this ragamuffin group of stinky sheep-herders sitting around picking their teeth, listening to the bleating of sheep and each other’s snores when God’s messenger appears to them and gives them the calling of a lifetime. “Go to Bethlehem, find a baby wrapped in rags, in a feeding trough, in an animal shelter. Seriously. This baby is God’s Son, the Messiah, Christ the Lord.” Then the most amazing choir ever heard bursts from the heavens singing the glory of God. This is the kind of calling you do not ignore, so they get up and go to Bethlehem and check it out. They discover it’s all true and they go and praise God, giving Him glory, telling everyone what they had seen and heard. They were a little excited… and who wouldn’t be in that situation???
Then I had this thought: The first people called to worship Christ the Messiah were a bunch of stinky animal herders. In order to obey their calling, the lowly came and made themselves lower by bowing to a baby… a BABY!! lying in the dirty feeding trough of an animal. And then they went out telling people how awesome God is! There was no Pharisaical attitude of being the ones called. No! This was about God, come in human form, fulfilling the promises He had been making for centuries. I was reminded of a prayer that a dear friend and mentor recently wrote:
O my God, Your word fulfill.
I surrender. Do as You will.
Break what must be broken.
Kill what needs to die.
Be my Resurrection and my Life.
I go low, beneath You hand.
Kneeling is the only way to stand.
I am Yours.
As God calls us in our own lives, how do we respond? Do we respond my making ourselves low? Or do we demand of God “What’s in it for me?” Do we recognize our own stinky, sheep-herderness and yet make ourselves low under God’s humble throne? Jesus didn’t come with trumpet fanfare to regally ascend to an ornate throne of earthly power and wealth and might. He came humbly to a carpenter family, to an animal-trough throne in a rinky-dink town, to a bunch of stinky shepherds as a completely helpless baby… and He calls us to humble ourselves and follow Him.
THIS is why I love Christmas.