One of the things that impresses people when they study the Christmas narrative in depth is the way it mingles high and low things. We see a heavenly host of angels, with the glory of the Lord shining around them, but who is their audience? Simple, earthbound shepherds. Then the awesome spectacle of an angelic choir gives way to the shepherds hurrying through the darkened streets of a small, unimportant farming, community, and into a stable where two poor teenagers had laid a newborn baby in a manger for a bed. The angel had invoked the name of the great King David, and spoke high and lofty words like Savior, Christ, and Lord about this baby, but where is this King to be found? In a feeding trough. We look up at angels, a bright star, at high exalted language of a savior and a King, and then we look down into the mean streets of Bethlehem, at Mary and Joseph, and most of all into the amazing depths of a manger- where the almighty, Creator God has humbled Himself so low that he has become like the shepherds, a servant living among the animals. This mingling of high and low is what must necessarily follow when God comes down among us.