Saturday, November 30, 2013

The Good News of Little Drummer Boy

This post originally appeared on Aime's personal blog last week but it has stuck with me and I thought I would bring it over here to share again...

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This week, one of my favorite music groups brought out an amazing version of the song Little Drummer Boy. And I have been listening to it fairly regularly...ok, it's been on repeat but details.

And then my rough morning started today. Corby had an emergency at work that meant he had to leave the house suddenly, Sophia was getting tired early, and Hito did not want to play by himself. My sore throat and suspiciously pink eye were bothering me this morning and the list of things to do before Thanksgiving was growing this morning.

Come they told me, pa rum pum pum pum
A new born King to see, pa rum pum pum pum
Our finest gifts we bring, pa rum pum pum pum
To lay before the King, pa rum pum pum pum,
rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum...
So to meet Him, pa rum pum pum pum,
When we come.

Come, see, gift. And then it started to sink in...

Little Baby, pa rum pum pum pum
I am a poor boy to, pa rum pum pum pum
I have no gift to bring, pa rum pum pum pum
That's fit to give a king, par rum pum pum
rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,

Shall I play for you, pa rum pum pum pum,
On my drum?


The gifts we bring don't make us better or worse because really, we have no gifts fit for a king. The thing that we bring is that little question and the determination to do it: can I play for You? Can I work for You? Can I clean my house for you? Can I live my life for You?...

Mary nodded, pa rum pum pum pum
The ox and lamb kept time, pa rum pum pum pum
I played my drum for Him, pa rum pum pum pum
I played my best for Him, pa rum pum pum pum,
rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,

Then He smiled at me, pa rum pum pum pum
Me and my drum.

We often fail at our drum playing...ok, I fail at my playing...like my morning...and I certainly was not doing my best this morning. But I come again, to the throne of grace, and ask if I can play for you. Trembling hands grasp the sticks and try to drum out a life that is worthy to bring the King.

And I see the baby Jesus smile.

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