The Little Shepherd Boy

Sunday night we had a choir cantata and dessert banquet at church. Beth and I were in the choir. Anders--and all the Sunday School kids--did a song with us. He was a shepherd for it (he's being camera shy again, so you'll have to put up with the profile). The coat hanger he's carrying is his slingshot; he's David, since David was a shepherd boy. So watch out, Goliath!

It is amazing, though, that the Son of God's arrival was only revealed to magi, who were searching for signs anyway, and shepherds--common, everyday people. The angels didn't appear to the religious authorities, governing officials or the elite. Shepherds were given the honour of welcoming Christ into the world. That's part of the good news--God comes for us common-folk (sure, He's for the elite as well, but it's the outsiders that tend to get some attention for once in their lives). He's in the manger, awaiting our adoration.