As we spoke of Christ’s birth overlooking Judea’s plains, Dorothy said, “I just know I was one of the angels who sang at Jesus’ birth.” We sang hymns, so she could relive the experience again.
As we finished our song, shepherds emerged from the fields below, ascending up the mount with their flocks. They must have heard the angelic singing, and responded, as they did of old, with a special visit.
When the Savior was born, the people remembered the signs. Shepherds noised abroad the story of angles and the Savior again and again.
Shepherds today don’t know what happened in the fields where they tend their flocks.
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