I have never really cared for the Christmas song, "The Little Drummer Boy". For my tastes it is too slow, monotonous, and all those "pa rum pum pum pums" drive me crazy. But sometimes God speaks to you out of nowhere and grabs your attention.
One day last week I left the house in my wife's vehicle and was starting down the alley. "The Little Drummer Boy" was playing on her favorite radio station. I was minding my own business; not really in a prayerful state but God spoke. I heard the phrase, "I played my drum for him... I played my best for him..."
Playing/working/giving my best to the Lord is a hard thing. It first requires private reflection, secret grieving, and soul-moving of the Holy Spirit. Playing our best is tremendously humbling, sin purging, and yet sweetly experienced.
We are often asked at Easter to hear the death cries of Jesus to bring us to full devotion. Why not at Christmas listen to a different kind of cry from Jesus in the manger - a soft, cooing noise of love at giving our best to Him. Would you humbly join me in the manger giving our best to the Christmas King?
"Then He smiled at me, pa rum pum pum pum..."
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
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