The Shepherds

00:00:00 Speaker 1: Fear not, for behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. Luke to ten, Heavenly Father, we thank you for the lessons we learn from the shepherd's encounter with the angels. May we embrace humility, rejoice in your redemption, and engage in heartfelt worship this Christmas season. Help us to spread the good tidings of great joy to those around us, reflecting your love and grace. Amen, thank you for praying with me to day. Stay tuned now for another episode of Stories of the Messiah with Rabbi Schneider. 00:00:55 Speaker 2: Joseph wrapped him in his arms and wiped him with woven wool. He stared into the le's eyes. There was nothing different about him. There were no lights radiating from his eyes or humming of heavenly hosts behind him. He was a baby, crying and taking in the newness of life. But as Joseph cradled him in his arms, he knew without a doubt this child was exceptional, chosen, blessed. All the turmoil, danger, and chaos he had to endure was worth it for the sake of this treasure he held in his hands. We already know his name, he said to Mary. Mary reached for her son and cradled him in her arms. She stroked his face. His name will be Jesus, she whispered. The Lord says. Mary pressed Jesus against her chest and cried joyfully. He was the fulfillment of God's promise to humanity, the good Shepherd of Israel, the Savior of the world. 00:02:01 Speaker 3: Hello everyone, and welcome to another Christmas episode of the Jesus Podcast. I'm Ethan from pray dot Com. Thank you for joining me for this joyous celebration of Christ's birth. Today we visit the hill country of Bethlehem. Under a starlit sky. We'll meet three shepherds whose lives are about to be changed forever. These lowly shepherds, existing on the fringes of society, are about to be visited by a divine chorus of heavenly messengers. Their message is a resounding song of joy, peace and salvation. Why would God choose to visit shepherds of all people to be the first to behold him. In Biblical times, shepherds were often considered to be on the lower rungs of the social ladder. Their work was humble, demanding and required they isolate for months at a time. As a result, shepherds were considered awkward and untrustworthy, yet God saw fit to choose them. God often refers to himself as a shepherd. This isn't because God considers himself awkward and untrustworthy. Rather, God calls himself a shepherd because we are like sheep. Think about sheep for a moment. They have large bodies, small legs, and aren't very intelligent. All those qualities make them fearful and anxious creatures, vulnerable to predators. Additionally, sheep are one of the only animals unable to survive in the wild without human care. They can't become feral, meaning they'll perish without a shepherd to look after them. We, like sheep, are skittish and vulnerable. That's why David called God his shepherd, who restores his soul and protects him from enemies. Scripture frequently uses the imagery of shepherds to describe spiritual leadership. Moses was a shepherd before returning to the people of Israel. King David was a shepherd before becoming Israel's king, and Jesus refers to himself as the good shepherd. The shepherd's inclusion in Christ's birth story underlines the importance of spiritual guidance and reflects God's care for his people. So let's join these shepherds now on the rolling hills of Bethlehem. Imagine yourself lying back on a grassy hill, gazing up at the vast universe above you. Hear the crackling of the fire behind you, and the occasional baz of nearby sheep. This is where the shepherds find themselves before an abrupt and glorious interruption. 00:04:52 Speaker 2: In a valley not too far from the glimmering hills of Bethlehem, a group of shepherds lay in the fields, tending to their The night was alive, with the distant songs of crickets and the gentle rustle of tall grass swaying to a soft breeze. The sheep had settled for the night, their breathing gentle and rhythmic. Together, the shepherds pointed out constellations, their fingers tracing the ancient patterns in the sky as they told stories and shared laughter. One of them, an older shepherd with eyes that held the spark of countless sunrises, pointed to the sky. Look there, he said, his voice, like weathered wood, a quiller. 00:05:33 Speaker 1: The eagle. 00:05:35 Speaker 2: It flies high above our heads, never bound by Earth's ould. I wish I could sow like an eagle, the younger shepherd replied. The others chuckled at his boyish imagination. I would travel to Egypt and behold the great relics of Pharaoh. Well, I would sow to Rome and have a look at Caesar's great throng room. The three shepherds laughed together, their eyes tracing the lines of constellations, finding in them the stories of gods and heroes, love and loss. The valley listened, a silent witness to their friendship. The life of a shepherd was often lonely. For most of the year, they existed as outcasts on the edge of the city. They traveled the plains of the Judean wilderness, often alone with their sheep. But at this moment they had each other the stars and shared stories beside a crackling fire. Their bodies, wearied from the day's labor, began to succumb to sleep's gentle paul. Their gazes, fixed on the boundless heavens, grew soft as dreams beckoned Then, without warning, a gust of wind, sharp and cold, swept through the valley, stirring the shepherds from their rest. The wind extinguished their fire with an abrupt hiss, and they leaped to their feet. Darkness enveloped them. What is happening, one of them said, in a panicked voice. In an instant, a burst of light split the horizon like a long shimmering blade. It split and danced, reaching out to them in a blinding embrace. Light poured out like a rushing waterfall, and surrounded the shepherds in a myriad of beautiful colors. The shepherds heard an orchestra of instruments and singing come from the light. It was a symphony, pure and transcendent, as if they were listening to it within their own souls, As if they were listening to it within their own souls. Terror and awe came upon the shepherds as they fell to the ground, their bodies trembling. Then from the light a voice emerged. Fear not. The voice, clear and resonant, rang out from the light. Its timber was filled with authority and gentleness, command and comfort. We have come with good tidings of great joy in the town of Bethlehem lies a baby. His child is the Messiah, the Lord, the savior of the world, and redemption of mankind. The shepherd's eyes widened as the angel and an entire choir of heavenly hosts emerged from the light. They couldn't speak, for their minds struggled to even grasp the magnitude of what was unfolding before them. The lights, hues of bright, orange, pink, and white, swirled around them like a flock of ethereal doves, casting a warm glow on their upturned faces. Go therefore and see for yourselves. You will find the baby, wrapped in swaddling claws, lying in a manger. The angel continued his words, infused with an urgency that set their hearts aflame. As he spoke, the choir of angels slowly rose their voices. The light swirled to the rising and falling of their harmony. Finally, the song crescendoed into a resonating song of praise. Then, as suddenly as it had come, the light dissipated, leaving the valley bathed in the soft glow of the stars. Once more, the melodies of heaven were replaced by the gentle whispers of the evening wind at a few chirping crickets. The shepherd sat stunned and silent, their minds reeling from the vision they had just witnessed. The oldest shepherd turned to his companions, Did we all just see that? Or is this old man finally loose in his mind? The two others nodded their heads in confirmation that they had all born witness, Still stunned by what they had seen, Slowly their eyes turned towards Bethlehem, where a few torchlights still flickered in the distance. Resting above the city was a new star, radiant and singular, unlike any they had seen before. The older shepherd turned to his young friend and laughed, you make it to see royalty after all? They all laughed with unexplainable joy. With a shared understanding, they rose, leaving their belongings behind, their steps quickening as they ran towards Bethlehem. The parts were aflame, with a joy they could not contain, and a purpose they could not deny. 00:10:08 Speaker 3: Fear not, for behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. This message of joy echoes throughout the New Testament as joy is a hallmark of those who have experienced Christ's redemption. The good Tidings are indeed of great joy because they announced the arrival of the Savior, fulfilling God's promise to redeem his people. The angel's announcement heralded a new era filled with hope. The joy comes from the realization that God has not abandoned his people. That should bring all of us joy. Today, we don't worship with God, who has remained distant and aloof despite our sin and depravity, God chose to rescue us and raise us to glory with him. The very fact that these lowly shepherds were able to behold the splendor and majesty of the angels is a testament to how God operates. He doesn't think about status, symbols, or wealth. The wise men would have been the first to behold the new born King if he did. God chose the rustic outcasts, proving he doesn't care about your wealth, your popularity, or your status. No matter where you are or what you have done. The Gospel message is for you to enjoy. Let's not make the mistake of thinking Christmas is merely for us to enjoy. Though ultimately Christ's birth gives glory to God. The angelic praise glory to God in the highest should resonate in our hearts as we ponder the magnitude of what God has done. His redemptive plan and magnificence are shown throughout the birth, life, death, and mild resurrection of Jesus. Join us for our next episode of Stories of the Messiah. As the shepherds search high and low for God's son, when they finally arrive at the stables, the fear and awe of the Lord come upon them, and unbeknownst to them, they set the stage for King Herod to catch wind of Jesus