A Little Sheepish

“That night there were shepherds staying in the fields nearby, guarding their flocks of sheep.”
‭‭Luke‬ ‭2:8‬ ‭

If asked to think of a majestic creature – a strong, capable, or otherwise impressive animal – would your mind leap to a sheep?



I get it.

I mean, sheep are – sheepish.

Am I right?

I mean, think about it. Sheep are – fluffy. Bleaty. Mild. Nothing particularly intelligent here. Leadership skills are definitely weak. No roaring or show of power or agility – these things drown in amazingly small amounts of water. (They are covered in heavy wool, after all).


So – why on earth would angels sing to a field full of sheep when Jesus was born?

It makes me feel super sheepish.

As in – uncomfortably squirmy.

What’s the deal?

Like yesterday’s post, we need to sit up and take note when something unexpected happens in a story. And here we are, at the plot twist.

A king is about to be born.

So a whole company of angels is dispatched to declare the great news.

To –

Shepherds and their lambkins.


Not to the local Chamber of Commerce? Mayor? Governor? Royal patrons at the holiday gala?



What is the point here?

Oh, friends. It is the best news ever.

See – these rough-shod men who lived outdoors (think no showers!) and watched the lowliest of animals were chosen, handpicked by the King of Heaven to be the first to hear about the birth of His Son.

So what does that even mean?

It means that you and I – ordinary folk – have been invited into the very birth of redemption!

Jesus is for us.

The regular folk. The awkward, the unknown, the clumsy, the uncertain.

The sheepish.

A king – not for the snooty or snobbish or hoity-toity, not for the rich or famous or fabulous, but for us.

Can you imagine any news more special than that?

Makes me feel rather proud to be a little sheepish.

Cling to this miraculous Christmas blessing with me?

Father, You sent Your Son for us – the sheep. We are amazed at the richness of this blessing. We love You for loving us so deeply and completely that you would send angels to shepherds to prove that Your gift was for all. Thank You! Amen.

Published by melodylowes

I am actually a bit of a mess. But in the mess, I’m finding security in knowing I am chosen, I am forgiven, and I matter. After uncovering a history of abuse in my past, I have done a lot of healing - and writing is one way I can invite you deeper into your own healing journey! I write devotionals about the complicated thing called life at growing-in-grace.ca, and my poetry is stashed at melodylowes.com. Pull up a chair and a coffee or tea and let's grow together!

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