A Savior . . . for You
I want you – to the best that you are able – to try to imagine what it must have been like to be one of those shepherds in the fields of Bethlehem the night Jesus was born. We don’t know what time it was. We don’t know how many there were. But there you are, with your colleagues, perhaps warming yourself around a little fire. The drowsy sheep over yonder. As many who work the “night-shift,” maybe you are thinking it’s going to be another night of the “same-old-same-old.”