Tim Wildmon
AFA president
November-December 1999 – Chestnuts roasting on a open fire / Jack Frost nipping at your nose / Yuletide carols being sung by a choir, and folks dressed up like Eskimos.
Man, I love that song. Nobody does it like Nat King Cole. I’ve only had a couple of chestnuts in my 36 years. But they were roasted on an open fire, so I feel good about that. I was 10 years old and visiting my aunt in New York City with my Mama Wildmon, God rest her soul. There’s never lived a sweeter lady. I remember that trip well.
You can imagine the big eyes of a young boy from Mississippi seeing the sights of New York City for the first time. Just the sheer size of the place – six lanes of traffic, the skyscrapers, and all the people – had me mesmerized. Everything was huge. Everything.
When I hear A Christmas Song I think about walking the streets of New York in winter. I also think about Thanksgiving and Christmas.
I’ve written many times here about my affinity for this time of the year. I wonder if we’ll celebrate this season in heaven? What about college bowl games? Oh my mind – it does tend to wander.
Most of us experience different thoughts, different feelings, maybe even some varying emotions, depending on what time of the year it is. And I suppose if you took a survey, you would find that many people are tired of being surveyed. But if you were able to ask them about their favorite time of the year, I’m thinking 30% of those responding would say they enjoy the Christmas season best of all. Summer would likely win out, but Christmas would be close.
If there is one scene in history in which I could go back and play a part, I would be a shepherd in the fields when the hosts of angels came bearing the good news of the birth of Jesus. What a night!
Now I know that many of you – especially those who know me well – are laughing out loud at the thought of Tim Wildmon being a shepherd. Quite frankly, I’m laughing too. I would never make it out in the field with animals to care for, even mild-mannered sheep. The question would be, who would die first? The sheep, or me? It could go either way. And unlike the guy in the biblical parable, I’m not going to look for one lost sheep because he couldn’t keep up with the rest. I would have made this perfectly clear my first day in the field.
“OK, you sheep people, listen up!” I would say. “First let me say it is not an honor to be here. Let’s face it, you smell terrible. Just awful. In fact, there are going to be times when I’m just going to have to separate from you just to remember what fresh air smells like. Now Shepherd Tim is here because he has to have a paycheck and that’s really the only reason. I have no feelings for you. None. Second thing is… Hey you in the back…Yeah, you. Hush your mouth big boy and pay attention or I’ll have your tail sheared so fast it’ll make your head spin. Do you hear me?! Now, where was I? Oh yeah, second thing you need to understand is that I am your new shepherd, not you’re momma. Either you stay up with the pack or you’re on your own against the wild beasts. Shepherd Tim is not moved by the sounds of crying sheep who get lost because they don’t pay attention. And I’m not gonna spend half my day looking for one of you who wanders off and leaves the other 99 to start cutting up on me. If I found that lost one, five more of you knuckleheads would be gone when I got back. I’d go find the five, get back and 50 of you would feel you too could take off on your own, eat fermented corn cobs, throw wild parties and such. In the words of George Bush, ‘Not gonna do it.’ So I hope we are all on the same page here. You respect me, I respect you. Everybody’s happy. Any questions, sheep people? Anybody? Good, now let’s take a break.”
Oh, what a sight to behold in those fields the night Christ was born. Imagine how the hearts of those shepherds did race. Luke records it this way:
“And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flock at night. An angel of the Lord appeared to them and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. But the angel said to them, ‘Do not be afraid. I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you. He is Christ the Lord. This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manager. Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying, ‘Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace to men on whom his favor rests.’”
How grateful I am that the Shepherd of shepherds, unlike Shepherd Tim, still cares enough to go seeking one lost lamb.
And all God’s sheep people said, “Amen!" 
