Tell Me the Old, Old Story: A reader's theater service adapted from Walter Wangerin's The Manger Is Empty, page 2 of 2

And God turned to his angel. And God said, "Gabriel."

And the angel answered, "Yes, Lord?"

And the Lord God said, "Go down. All of the people must know what I am doing. Tired and lonely and scattered and scared, all of the people must hear it. Go, good Gabriel. Go down again. Go tell a few to tell the others, till every child has heard it. Go!"

And so it was that an angel of the Lord appeared to the weary shepherds. Their dark was shattered, for the glory of the Lord shone round about them, and they were sore afraid.

The angel said to them, "Don't be afraid."

But the light was like a hard and holy wind, and the shepherds shielded their faces with their arms.

"Hush," said the angel, "hush," like the west wind. "Shepherds, I bring you good news of great joy, and not only for you but for all the people. Listen."

So shepherds were squinting and blinking, and shepherds began to listen, but none of them had the courage to talk or to answer a thing.

"For unto you is born this day in the city of David," said the angel, "a Savior, who is Christ the Lord. And this will be a sign for you: you will find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes and lying in a manger."

Suddenly the sky itself split open, and like the fall of a thousand stars, the light poured down. There came with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host, praising God and saying:

Glory to God in the highest,

And on earth, peace—

Peace to the people with whom he is pleased!

But hush, you shepherds. Hush in your wonder. For the choral singing soon was ended. The hosts ascended, and the sky was closed again. And then there came a breeze and a marvelous quiet and the simple dark of the night. It was just that, no terror in that then. It was only the night, no deeper gloom than evening. For not all of the light had gone back into heaven. The Light of the World himself stayed down on earth and near you now.

And you can talk now. Try your voices. Try to speak. God has given you generous voices, shepherds. Speak.

So then, this is what the shepherds said to one another:

"Let us," they said, "go over to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has made known to us."

So the shepherds got up and ran as fast as they could to the city of Bethlehem, to a particular stable in that city, and in that stable they gazed on one particular baby, lying in a manger.

Then, in that moment, everything was fixed in a lambent, memorial light.

For there was the infant, just waking, just lifting his arms to the air and making sucking motions with his mouth. The holy child was hungry. And there was his mother, lying on straw as lovely as the lily and listening to the noises of her child. "Joseph?" she murmured. And there was Joseph, as sturdy as a barn, just bending toward his Mary. "What?" he whispered.

And the shepherds' eyes were shining for what they saw.

Exactly as though it were morning and not the night, the shepherds went into the city and began immediately to tell everyone what the angel had said about this child. They left a trail of startled people behind them, as on they went, both glorifying and praising God.

Hymn: "Go, Tell It on the Mountain" stanzas 1-3

PsH 356, PH 29, RL 224, SFL 131, TH 224

Mary did not so much as rise that night. She received the baby from Joseph's hands, then placed him down at her breast while she lay on her side on straw. With one arm she cradled the infant against her body. On the other arm, bent at the elbow, she rested her head; and she gazed at her small son sucking. Mary lowered her long, black lashes and watched him and loved him and murmured, "Jesus, Jesus," for the baby's name was Jesus.

"Joseph?" she said without glancing up.

And Joseph said, "What?"

But Mary fell silent and said no more. She was keeping all these things—all that had happened between the darkness and the light—and pondering them in her heart.

Closing Hymn: "Silent Night! Holy Night!" PsH 344, PH 60, RL 216, TH 210



Brass Postlude



Reader's theater ; from The Manger Is Empty by Walter Wangerin, jr (above) © 1994 by Walter Wangerin, Jr. Reprinted by arrangement with HarperCollinsSan Francisco, a division of HarperCollins Publishers. This service was adapted by Douglas A. Kamstra, pastor of Calvary Christian Reformed Church, Wyoming, Michigan.

The blockprints throughout the article are from the book Blockprints for Sunday Cycles A-B-C by Helen Siegl and are used by permission of Liturgical Press

None of the people noticed her go. She didn't mind. She was grinning and full of good news.

You tell the story to your child in order to deliver your child to God.

The shepherds' eyes were shining for what they saw.


Reformed Worship 41 © September 1996, Calvin Institute of Christian Worship. Used by permission.