I am a poor Shepherd who has spent a lifetime outside the city in the fields keeping watch over sheep. Every day it is the same, watching over these smelly animals and picking up their scent all over my clothes. I guard these animals, who will be bought and offered as sacrifices for sin in the Temple. But I am too poor to afford one myself. Where is my lamb?
I know my sins are many and I pray to God daily for forgiveness. But I also know my Torah, which says that forgiveness of sins requires a blood sacrifice. I have none, so I also pray daily that God will somehow provide me one so that I may know cleansing from my sins. Where is my lamb?
I am with the others when the angels appear and tell of a baby born in a barn and laying in a manger. I follow, eager to know what this can all mean. How can this possibly affect me? I know the angel spoke of a great joy which will be for all people, but I also know that I am a dirty shepherd who is too unclean to enter the Temple. Where is my lamb?
We finally arrive at the place where the star shines to find a very tired woman holding a newborn, wrapped in cloths, and a tired but happy husband kneeling nearby. As glad as I am for them, I wonder again how this could affect me, a shepherd who is still weighed down by my sins.
Then I see Him. I look the child lying in a manger and I see Him with eyes of faith. I see that the child is no ordinary child, but is Emmanuel, God with us. I remember the prophet Isaiah’s words that He will be bruised and scarred for my transgressions. I see that God has in fact provided my sacrifice. With tears filling my eyes, I realize that God in the baby Jesus has become my Lamb.
So I kneel to worship this infant Jesus and I rise in wonder that God should do this for me. I will go from here changed, proclaiming that salvation for the whole world has come. And that includes even dirty, sinful shepherds like me.
