Of All People . . . Shepherds?
Did you ever find it interesting that shepherds were the first to worship Jesus? Shepherds. Not exactly the upper echelon of Jewish society.
These were a rough bunch, outdoorsy types who probably carried with them a distinct odor of nostril-burning proportion. Baths came only occasionally. Personal grooming was a thing for sissies. Social etiquette was like a foreign language. They lived their lives among sheep and each other, battling weather and wolves, making their way through life one burdened step at a time.
Society saw them as unclean because sheep don’t take a break to go to Temple. The upper class no doubt turned up their noses when lowly shepherds passed by.
And yet these were the folk to whom God chose to announce the birth of His son, the long-awaited Messiah. Interesting. Shocking. You’d think at the birth of a king, especially the King, there would be royalty, dignitaries, church leaders, the hoity–toity of society, and maybe–maybe–the head of the shepherd’s union. But no. Shepherds, the humblest of Israel’s working class, were the chosen ones, the first to bend a knee for the newborn King.
That tells me an awful lot about God’s heart and challenges me to have that same heart. Think about it.