I think the comedy of the Gospel is that God uses the least likely people to do unlikely things. The world may look at compassion, mercy, and selflessness as a weak thing, but it’s interesting that when God sees those things He sees leadership material. We see this humungous contrast (especially at this time of year) that God uses the weak things of the world to show up the strong, and the foolish things to shame the smart.
So the hand that created the universe positioned Himself for His greatest display. A long, long time ago, on a certain night in a village far, far away, a brisk cry of a baby came from a barn. Shortly there after, shepherds showed up to take a look. The baby was put in an animal’s trough as its parent’s improvisational McGuyver ploy at a creating a crib. Since when do you think of barns when you think of childbirth? It may be the last thought in my mind (or your mind) regarding the matter, but God wouldn’t have it any other way. Can you imagine being one of the shepherds? You’re in the field with sheep, and all of the sudden…BRIGHT LIGHT, LOUD MUSIC AND A CACOPHONY OF ANGELS giving a singing telegram of how God’s come down to earth Himself, and you can find Him in the newborn ward at the corner of Halal St. and David Dr….in a barn. The simple fact of the matter is that God doesn’t care if you’re Native American, African American, Asian, Hispanic, Islander, Caucasian, or a mix of all of those. He cares about your heart, and if you give that to Him He’ll do miracles in and through you. It might not be tears coming from statues or lightening bolts coming from your pinky, but if there are hungry people in your town He can fill those people with food. If there are lonely teenagers in your town He can use you to give them hope.
He can use the weak, the bankrupt, the prisoner, the handicapped, the illiterate, the drop-outs, the social outcasts, and the bottom of the barrel. If you have a heart, and are breathing, He can use you.