The story says they “lived in the fields,” keeping


watch (Luke 2:8). I suspect that was some kind of life—actually living in fields, making your home there with an evening fire taking the place of your basic indoor Kenmore on a much wider range that seemed even bigger at night. They took care of the flock. That was their job, day in and out. They slept out on a hillside protecting fluffy fur for an absent owner. I doubt it paid a whole lot. Some Bible scholars say that many shepherds were


ex-cons who had spent time in jail—which is to say they lied professionally. They kept watch and developed an eye for odd movements and an ear for strange sounds. Some of the shepherds were probably pretty salty char- acters, old seasoned men prone to mild fabrication around a roaring fire. They watched over the flock with alert senses honed by suspicion born from experience. They kept watch. It was their whole life, this watching. If the angels had appeared to princes with indoor


heat, then maybe Jesus would have had better Christmas digs that holy night. But the angels came to watchers. The angels came to guys who watched the stars and listened to the song of crickets. The angels came to folk who lived in fields with their antennae already up.


I’ve been a pastor for more than 30 years now and


have met all kinds of interesting people in a variety of interesting settings—some with lots of faith and others with hardly any at all. It’s not my job to judge others based on the intensity of their faith, although some think it is (or should be). One of my dearest friends is the most committed


atheist you’ll ever hope to meet. His 40-year friendship has helped me realize that doubt and skepticism can be allies to faith. It’s sometimes hard to maintain faith in a world such as ours, but it’s also hard to maintain unbelief in anything at all. It’s hard to explain away the existence of leopards


and coyotes and trout and mitochondria and the color purple as purely accidental and random. Theists have their own set of befuddling challenges, but so do atheists. They kept watch. Those three words are incredibly


important for true believers and others who aren’t so sure. The life of faith is sort of like looking for fish where none are really expected. You won’t always get what you’re looking for. And you won’t always find the answer you’re seeking. But you keep watching, on tiptoe, ready for revelation. The angels came to shepherds with their antennae


up and senses sharpened. They were outside in a field, and they heard and saw some wonderful news: God’s promises taking on flesh and blood. “The Word became flesh and lived among us.”


The Greek word for “lived” in this verse literally means “to live in a tent.” One can paraphrase


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John 1:14 pretty closely by saying: “God became human and camped among us.” The word hearkens back to the ancient tabernacle (the portable abode for God) that accompanied the people of Israel wherever they went. Christmas is the celebration of an ongoing


camping trip where Jesus chooses to pitch his tent right next to ours. He drives in his stakes, kindles a little fire, strings up a hammock and lives among us. When we move, he moves—sharing our lot, our flesh, with his unfading glory. The gift of incarnation, from an ecological


perspective, is that God’s light fills our world. It’s the message Isaiah heard one morning from other angels in the temple at the time of his calling: “Holy, holy, holy is the Lord of hosts; the whole earth is full of his glory” (Isaiah 6:3).


“And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude


of the heavenly host, praising God” and bringing peace (Luke 2:13). One striking word for me here is “suddenly.” They were keeping watch, like all other nights, and then suddenly. There is a directional flow in Luke’s version of


the Christmas story. There is a “back-and-forth” geographical ranging between heaven and earth. It was true when Jacob used a stone for a pillow on another night centuries before in another field—he saw a ladder of angels with traffic moving in both directions. And it’s true in the shepherds’ field. The angels were there and then they were not there, returning to heaven. God’s glory does indeed fill this earth, but keen


watchfulness might be the most important spiritual discipline for latter-day shepherds to develop in order to discern the traffic.


Author Annie Dillard said this about keeping


watch while spending a year tromping around a creek near Roanoke, Va.: “Beauty and grace are performed whether or not we will or sense them. The least we can do is try to be there.” I’ve not seen those three fish again since I saw them


in that culvert pool. But I keep looking and watching every day—not because I know they’re really there, but maybe because watchfulness is even more important than verification in the life of faith. We live in the fields of a wonderful world. God reveals luminous truth and light, back-and-forth, up and down—angelic traffic. The least we can do is try to be there. “To you is born this day .…” Any day, really.


Frank G. Honeycutt recently retired from St. John Lutheran Church, Walhalla, S.C. He is the author of seven books and numerous articles on preaching and ministry.


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