A very long time ago, on the longest night of the year, or close to it, somewhere in the Middle East, a woman gave birth to a child in a stable. Little did she know what lay ahead for this child. But perhaps she got an inkiling when three wise guys turned up bearing gifts of gold. Oh yeah, they brought Frankincense and Myrrh too. Has anyone in the two thousand years since that child was born worked out why?
This was a special child and even the little sheep, made of wool, payed homage. They crowded close, and one of them whispered in the baby’s ear, that one day, he would die on a cross, but before that he would bring a lot of people joy, mainly in the form of miracles.
And so, as Mary and Joseph, the sheep, the wise guys and various others, gathered around in wonder, the little Baby Jesus looked up at them and thought, ‘Oh my God, what have you thrown me into?’