Rejoice as the poor shepherds, who were doing their jobs, minding their sheepish business when glory surprised them.
Rejoice as the wise men who had ‘more money than God’ to travel halfway around their world to bow in reverent adoration.
Rejoice as Simeon and Anna, the forever faithful, who had seen a lifetime of events, but held on to the hope that they would see the most desired event of their lifetime.
Rejoice as the oblivious Bethlehem visitors, who rested from their taxing journey and awoke to find a new visitor amongst them.
Rejoice as the single innkeeper who offered what he had, instead of thinking of what he had not.
Rejoice as the angels, who knew it was coming, who had heard the preparations being made within the chambers of heaven, who couldn’t keep in it any longer and who had to wake up the neighborhood with their songs of celebration.
Rejoice as Joseph, who was the frightened and uncertain father, the earthly surrogate of a holy son.
Rejoice as Mary, the humble mother, who was road weary and child-birth worn. The simplest, purest mother of the purest, royalest son.
Rejoice, whoever you are…it’s old joy, it’s new joy. It’s His joy… it’s our joy.