Once upon a time. Don’t you just love it! Once upon a time and, I can feel the warmth of Mother’s lap. Once upon a time and, I can see Dad’s smile as he shares orange slices with his little rug runners around the Christmas tree. Once upon a time and, sweet memories flood my mind. Once upon a time and, it isn’t always a fairy tale.
Once upon a time there were shepherds keeping watch over their flock by night. These weren’t ordinary shepherds watching over ordinary sheep. Their charge was to watch over the Tower of the flock at Migdal Eder. Upon orders from the high priest in the temple at Jerusalem, the shepherds were to provide all this flock needed to thrive. Their reputation depended upon growing a perfect lamb. A lamb that would be judged as acceptable or not. An inspection administered by the temple priest chose only those lambs without spot or blemish. Once upon a time it was serious business.
The sheep from this flock were special and deserved special attention. Their proximity to Jerusalem was no accident. The Passover celebration in the spring required sheep from this flock. They were chosen. They were special. Once upon a time they grazed upon the fertile fields of Bethlehem.
Jehovah-jireh our provider. How perfect is the providence of almighty God. 1300 years after the law was given the school master’s job was soon to be completed. The journey of the lamb was drawing near to it’s destination. Once upon a time on the pastures of Bethlehem, from the tower of the flock, a lamb was born.