It’s the middle of the night and I’m standing
in a breezy, cold makeshift manger
with droopy-eyed sheep and cattle,
staring at a young couple
that I never saw before
huddled in one corner of the manger.
The man has his arm and cloak around her
and she’s leaning against him holding a baby
that looks brand new.
What a humble way to start a life, I thought.
It didn’t make sense to me
and neither did the words
that the other older shepherds were murmuring…..
“God with us.”
“Son of God.”
I was hearing….but not understanding.
The Son of God born in a lowly stable?
In a humble, cold, breezy manger
filled with slumbering animals?
It couldn’t be more simple, more basic,
No frills, no pomp, no pageantry,
no temple, no cathedral,
no planning committee, no special music,
no pastor, no bishop, no sermon,
Just a man, a woman, and a baby,
in a manger.
And then I thought,
Somehow, someway, someday,
mere mortals will surely miss the MESSAGE
in this manger
and mess it up.