Only one word describes the night Jesus came—ordinary.  No reason to expect a surprise.  An ordinary night with ordinary sheep and ordinary shepherds.  And were it not for a God who loves to hook an extra on the front of the ordinary, the night would have gone unnoticed. But God dances amid the common.  And that night he did a waltz.  The black sky exploded with brightness.  Trees that had been shadows jumped into clarity.  Sheep that had been silent became a chorus of curiosity.  One minute the shepherd was dead asleep.  The next he was rubbing his eyes and … Listen Now