It’s Christmas Eve. Just like the magi, we again make our way to worship our newborn King.
In 2007, I made a pilgrimage to Bethlehem to visit the place where He was said to be born. Inside the Church of the Nativity, down staircases to the coveted spot. A beautiful star marks it. I’ll never forget how I felt when my life touched the place where His began. I worshiped Him.
How must the shepherds have felt that sacred night when they were interrupted with bright lights from the night sky? Angels singing glorious songs, trumpeting the arrival of the Saviour. Fear at the initial sight, then wonder and scurrying to witness the truth of their heavenly visitation.
So it was, when the angels had gone away from them into heaven, that the shepherds said to one another, ‘Let us now go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has come to pass, which the Lord has made known to us.’ And they came with haste and found Mary and Joseph, and the Babe lying in a manger. ~ Luke 2:15-16, NKJV.
When the shepherds found the stable of animals with the Christ child nestled in the manger’s straw, their lives connected with His. They worshiped Him.
Then the shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things that they had heard and seen, as it was told them ~ Luke 2:20, NKJV.
The three kings from distant lands also followed the bright star. When they found the humble abode and the Christ child, their lives connected with His. They worshiped Him.
And when they had come into the house, they saw the young Child with Mary His mother, and fell down and worshiped Him. And when they had opened their treasures, they presented gifts to Him: gold, frankincense, and myrrh ~ Matthew 2:11, NKJV.
Tonight, make that pilgrimage in your heart to see Him. Let His life connect with yours. And let’s worship Him, our newborn King.
