When miracles are born in mangers, the forgotten people get front row seats, and the fancy people find their way later.
And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. (Luke 2:8)
Shepherds were the lowest rung on the social ladder. They were the least educated and most awkward. They were overlooked, but you could smell them coming.
And yet, it was shepherds who greeted the Savior of the world and witnessed the divine entrance of the Creator onto the scene of his own creation.
Of course, months later, the Magi (“wise men,” or royalty) made it, too. Months. Later. I wonder if our palaces of comfort protect us from the bad, and the best. I wonder if having more makes us less accessible to things that matter most.
Either way, the more important point to note is that God made sure that we could see that the whole spectrum of humanity was in on the miracle. The lowest to the highest. The have-nots to have-everythings. The Savior of the world, it turns out, doesn’t discriminate.
Everyone is invited and included. And when you see the twinkle in the God-man’s eyes, it changes everything.