It’s more comfortable when the shepherds stay in their fields.
When they’re out of sight, I can ignore how we’ve isolated them, made them outcasts, treated them as less than. I can pretend it’s okay that they’re unwelcome at our gatherings, our neighborhoods, our homes.
But then God does something crazy. He chooses these guys to be His ambassadors. He tells these uneducated, illiterate societal rejects to proclaim the Messiah!
Now I can’t ignore them. I can’t turn away, pretend they’re invisible. I can’t, because God decided THEY should tell this most remarkable of stories.
I’m wondering about “the shepherds” in my life, those I’d rather not see because their presence creates dissonance.
The list is long…
The immigrant. The poor. The homeless.
The entire purpose of the FREEDOM TOUR is to seek justice. Of course I want to help them.
But, like those shepherds, I’m more comfortable if they’re somewhere else.
I wonder if it’s about more than what makes me comfortable.