Sometimes I too caught up in the holiday masquerade. Do you? We work hard to look our best or make the best dessert to impress those certain judgmental relatives. We just want them to know we’re not the failures we feel like inside, that we are somebodies.
But in the middle of all of this I forget that the Christmas message—the news that the Son of God humbled himself to the point of diapers to save me—was first given to the nobodies.
The first people to hear weren’t churchy or successful or famous people. They were shepherds. They were poor and uneducated; maybe the equivalent of factory workers or garbage collectors today. The angels told the shepherds where the baby was. The king of their land couldn’t even find the baby. But God cared about the nobodies more than the somebodies. (See Luke chapter 2)
And that’s why he sent Jesus for you and me. No matter who you are, he loves you. Enough to die.
“The people living in darkness have seen a great light; on those living in the land of deep darkness a light has dawned.” Isaiah 9:2