is one word that describes the night He came - ordinary.
sky was ordinary. An occasional gust stirred the leaves and chilled
the air. The stars were diamonds sparkling on black velvet. Fleets of
clouds floated in front of the moon.
was a beautiful night - a night worth peeking out your bedroom window
to admire - but not really an unusual one. No reason to expect a surprise.
Nothing to keep a person awake. An ordinary night with an ordinary sky.
sheep were ordinary. Some fat. Some scrawny. Some with barrel bellies.
Some with twig legs. Common animals. No fleece made of gold. No history
makers. No blue-ribbon winners. They were simply sheep - lumpy, sleeping
silhouettes on a hillside.
the shepherds. Peasants they were. Probably wearing all the clothes
they owned. Smelling like sheep and looking just as woolly. They were
conscientious. willing to spend the night with their flocks. But you
won't find their staffs in a museum nor their writings in a library.
No one asked their opinion on social justice or the application of the
Torah. They were nameless and simple.
ordinary night with ordinary sheep and ordinary shepherds. And were
it not for a God who loves to hook an "extra" on the front
of the ordinary, the night would have gone unnoticed. The sheep would
have been forgotten, and the shepherds would have slept the night away.
God dances amidst the common. And that night he did a waltz.
black sky exploded with brightness. Trees that had been shadows jumped
into clarity. Sheep that had been silent became a chorus of curiosity.
One minute the shepherd was dead asleep, the next he was rubbing his
eyes and staring into the face of an alien.
night was ordinary no more.
angel came into the night because that is when lights are best seen
and that is when they are most needed. God comes into the common for
the same reason.
most powerful tools are the simplest.
Lucado, The Applause of Heaven