Random thoughts for epiphany, if you will excuse my makeshift theology...
Foreigners and undesirables; the people God chose to witness to the arrival of His son. People who in fact, couldn't bear witness at all - people who would never be called to testify in court, people who would largely be laughed at for stories of new stars and angels dancing across the sky.
The first to testify that Jesus wasn't in the tomb, the first to see Him alive, women. More unreliable witnesses, surely not accidentally so? If you wanted to make a story more believable, in that time, saying a bunch of women saw it would hardly do.
Why? Why not show important people, those with power and authority, those who could pass on the news and convince every doubter?
Again, after miraculous events, healings and all, how often did the Christ say, "go, and tell no-one of what you have seen"? Why? Surely it was meant for everyone to know. Surely God could have tied the loose ends, made everything make sense to us, fitted into more comfortable stories - I mean, dirty shepherds and later, strange learned men bearing gold?
My quiet little theory is this. No witnesses were needed. God didn't send scores of singing beings of light, didn't work miracles or reach down and touch His creation, didn't call wise men and shepherds to see what He had done, for SHOW. He did it for love of His created. For sheer joy and vitality.
Did He call the wise and foolish in order to show off? No, He called them precisely because they were not Good Witnesses - the time to leave no doubts was not yet at hand, but He still longed to share His delight. Can Christians still imagine a God who laughs, cries, feels? A God who smashes our neat little politically correct boxes?
I can't imagine one who doesn't.