There’s one word that describes the night Jesus came—ordinary. A beautiful night but nothing to keep a person awake. The sheep were ordinary. No fleece made of gold. No history makers. And the shepherds…peasants they were, probably wearing all the clothes they owned. You won’t find their staffs in a museum or their writings in a library. They were nameless and simple. And were it not for a God who loves to hook an “extra” on the front of ordinary, the night might have gone unnoticed.
But God dances amidst the common. And that night He did a waltz. The black sky exploded with brightness The night was ordinary no more. The angel came in the night because that’s when lights are best seen and most needed. God comes into the common for the same reason. His most powerful tools are the simplest.
