It is dark. The stars light up the night sky. There is no sound except the shuffling of the hooves of the sheep, their random bleating and my walking around, and the occasional thump of my staff. It was a typical night in pasture. I was leaning on my staff talking to the other shepherd, the usual gossip and things that we were going to do later on when we were done.
I was in the middle of a story about what happened to me the last time I went to the market when there was a burst of bright light. Right there in front of us was a of people in man in white robes, so white he seemed to shine. I was just starting to think of how it was possible that he made it out here without us seeing him. He began to speak. He told us about something that happened. A baby had been born, in the city of David, a Savior, the Messiah. Just as he finished speaking another group of people, dressed like him, appeared. And they started singing, a hymn I never heard before, in voices I never will hear again. Amazing.
The people left the pasture just as suddenly as they appeared. We talked about what the man in white had said. The city of David is Bethlehem, and we will find a baby wrapped in a blanket, sleeping in a feeding trough. We have to see this! So we gathered our robes and ran to Bethlehem like we have never run before. God had been silent for over 400 years and now He has sent a Messiah. Why in an animal hold?
So we arrived, breathing heavy, and there he was, just as the man had said. The promised Messiah has come.