The shepherds didn’t bring gold to the manger. They didn’t bring frankincense or myrrh or costly treasures.
They didn’t bring a gift at all.
They knelt before the Savior of the world with empty hands. Their skin still creased with dirt from the nearby fields. Their worn cloaks still smelling of the flock they so dutifully tended.
With nothing to offer but their adoration, they came to the stable.
And there, they met the King.Read more