The Day I Became a Sheep

 

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 Today I want to share with you a story that I wrote a few years ago.  In it, I tried to imagine what it would have been like to be one of the shepherds that visited Jesus the first Christmas night. For just a moment, I want you to pretend that you are reading a letter that one of the shepherds wrote to his brother, Mathias.
 
Dear Mathias,
As I am writing you this letter, my hand is still a bit shaky.  I’m not sure it will ever stop.  But I must tell you about an incredible experience that happened to Matthew, Simeon, Levi, and me, two weeks ago.  As usual, we were watching our sheep on a hillside east of Bethlehem.  I was on the night watch and the others were sleeping. There was something unusual about the sky that night.  I can’t explain it really.  Like heat reflecting off the desert sand, the stars seemed to be jockeying into place, fidgeting and restless in their usual stayed positions.  Diamonds danced on the inky backdrop rather than standing sure and still.  Even the sheep seemed to notice the heavenly mirage.
 
Then it happened.  As if a curtain was pulled back, I saw what was stirring the stars….angels!  Yes, angels, angels, everywhere angels.  Immediately, the others awoke to the celestial lights, flapping of wings and the resonation of undistinguishable singing.
 
At first, only one spoke. “Do not be afraid.  I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people.  Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; He is Christ the Lord.  This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.”
 
Then, the curtain was drawn back even more and the sky was filled with angels!  “Glory to God in the highest!” they sang, “and on earth peace to men on whom His favor rests.”
 
The flapping of their wings stirred the air, whipped our hair, and blew our tunics in all directions.  Amazingly, the sheep were calm during this majestic occurrence.  It was almost as if this was nothing unusual happening. Perhaps this was not the first time they had seen angels.  Who knows?  We, on the other hand, were awestruck.  Tears streamed down our dusty cheeks. We fell to our knees, marveling at the beauty of heaven displayed before us.
 
Then quietly and slowly, the curtain returned and the angels were no more.  We rose to our feet and began to run in the direction of Bethlehem to see this babe.  How did we know where to go? 
 
Mathias, the only way I know how to explain it is to think of my relationship to my sheep.  When I am grazing in a field with several of my friends and their flocks, our sheep get all mixed together.  Sometimes five different flocks can be mingled together at one time.  But as soon as I call to my sheep, they separate from the others and follow me home.  They know my voice.  Each and every one of them can distinguish the voice of their shepherd and they know whom to follow.
 
That’s how it was that night.  It was as if a shepherd had called my name.  I knew his voice and he called me out from among all the rest.
 
Where did we go?  To a palace?  To a temple?  To a stately manor?  No, we went to a stable.  But isn’t that where a shepherd would call his sheep?  To a stable?
 
What did we see?  A burning bush like our ancestor Moses?  Writing on the wall?  A vision?  No, we saw a baby, wrapped in swaddling clothes and lying in a manger – just like the angel had said.  He didn’t speak, but somehow he called our names. He is the Christ, Mathias.  The one of whom the prophets spoke.
 
Do you remember the prophet Isaiah’s words? “He tends his flock like a shepherd; He gathers the lambs in his arms and carries them close to his heart; he gently leads those that have young.”  When I saw the babe (who later his parents told me was named Jesus) I knew this was the one the prophet spoke of.  And didn’t the prophet Micah say the Messiah would be born in Bethlehem?  It all makes sense to me now, and yet it is still a mystery.
 
Why me?  Why did God choose to send the angels to announce the Savior’s birth to me – a lowly shepherd?  I don’t know the answer to that, my brother.  All I know is that one starry night, I was a shepherd.  And then God spoke my name and I became a sheep.  And now, my friend, God is calling your name as well. 
 
I don’t know what will become of this baby in the manger, but I do know this…the world will never be the same again – nor will I.
Shalom,
Your brother, the sheep.
©Sharon Jaynes
 
 
The Shepherd became a Sheep
By Sharon Jaynes
 
The angels appeared and called to me
“Be not afraid, dear one.
For you are now a lowly sheep
For your God sent His Son.”
 
“Go to the babe and see him there
We will lead the way.
The shepherd has chosen you – a sheep
To celebrate this day.”
 
We ran and saw the baby there
I’ll never be the same.
He raised his eyes, said not a word,
And yet he spoke my name.
 
Years have passed and now I know
This babe became a man.
He lived and died and rose again
And now I understand.
 
“Follow me,” Jesus said,
“And I will lead the way.”
“My sheep listen, know my voice
And with me they will stay.”
 
I was a shepherd, to be sure.
My sheep slept at my feet.
But on that night the babe was born,
And I became a sheep.
©Sharon Jaynes

Let’s Pray  
 Dear Heavenly Father, I am so glad that you sent the angels to common man – to proclaim the Savior’s birth to lowly shepherds.  And I am so glad that you looked down from heaven and chose to announce the Savior’s birth to a common girl – me.  Thank you for sending a Shepherd for me.
In Jesus’ Name, Amen

Now It’s Your Turn
The shepherds were not the only ones excited about Jesus’ birth.  Why not try your hand at some creative writing.  Imagine that you are one of the wise men (wise women).  Try writing a letter to one of your family members after visiting Jesus and delivering your gift.
hat are some ways that you can make sure to love your family well this holiday season?
 
 

3 Responses to The Day I Became a Sheep

  1. Kathy December 16, 2009 at 4:38 am #

    I really enjoyed this week’s devotion. It was so realistic, I felt I was with the shepherds.

    I enjoy all your devotions. You have a special way of writing that really touches my heart.

  2. Sharon Holland December 16, 2009 at 12:50 pm #

    Sharon,
    I’ve never before commented on anyone’s blog, but I had to write and thank you for such a beautiful prayer~you have a gift for writing, and I could easily envision that dusty field where the shepherds saw the heavenly angels proclaiming the joyous news. It was a blessing this morning (amidst the baking), to be able to sit and reflect on the miracle of Christ’s birth. Thank you.

  3. Mary Anne December 16, 2009 at 2:35 pm #

    Hi Sharon – I too have never commented on anyone’s blog before, but I want to thank you for your contribution to the Girlfriends in God devotional. I read it every morning and am always blessed. This morning I actually printed out your version of 1Cor 13 and it is hanging on my fridge to remind this overachieving Supermom wanna-be to keep my family at the top of my “people to love” list. Thank you.

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