“Who are you?” I shouted.
“We are the angels of Heaven! And we carry a message to you!” answered the leader of the group.
I was stunned. All of us were.
“Not us we are only lowly shepherds, you must have made a mistake.” I replied.
“No, God wants us to tell you,” insisted the leader.
“Listen to this.”
We stared back and they started to sing.
“The son of God has been born!
Go to Bethlehem!
See him in his little manger!
At Bethlehem!
Follow the star and soon you will see the baby king!”
Only now did we see the star that was hanging over Bethlehem. Then it struck me what will we give him and we only had sheep so I picked up my favourite lamb, Rose and without another thought I rushed after the star. As I was walking I thought of names for the little king.
“Moses. No. Issac. No. Aaron. Maybe not.” I couldn’t think of a name so I thought of my aching feet. By the time we got to Bethlehem I could have collapsed but fist we had to find his house first so I had to carry on. We followed the star and found a stable.
“No, surely not, it can’t be?” I was amazed but the star was directly above us so we went in. In the stable were a man, a women and a baby.
“ Hello I am Joseph, she is my wife Mary and he is the Son of God, Jesus. We’ve been expecting you.”
“So he is Jesus the Son of God.” I muttered amazed at the little child lying on the soft, gold straw. Jesus started to cry and another group of angels made a circle around us and sung hymns of love, joy and praise.
Then one angel stood forward and said deeply, “hail to the Son of God and praise his father!”
Suddenly as he said those words I remembered about my favourite lamb and offered it to Mary at first she refused but then she took it and gave it to Jesus and the two of them started to play and Mary quietly, “thank you.”
Then I knelt down beside Jesus and whispered. “Help me to do well every day and always be kind to people.” He looked at me and smiled and I felt like it was my birthday!
“We better get going,” said one of the other shepherds. So we danced delightfully full of faith and excitement into the dark fields of Israel to find our sheep and herd them into one field and go to sleep ourselves.“Goodnight Jesus, Goodnight.”
Harrison. J Gower Age 9