I am an old drummer from way back. In the fifth grade in Albion, Nebraska you got to choose what instrument you wanted to learn to play. I wanted to play the trumpet. But me and a couple of my cousins had recently made the trip to Omaha to be fitted with braces for our teeth. I was informed that braces and trumpets do not go together. So they said, “How about trying the drums?” I didn’t realize at the time that the only instrument case bigger to carry back and forth from home to school was the tuba (that’s what my older brother played). I think maybe we got those instruments because they knew we had a large station wagon.
The very first drum solo I ever played was in the fifth grade for the Christmas music program. I played along while the rest of the elementary school sang, “Little Drummer Boy.” The lesson of the little drummer boy was that we all offer what we have to give to the Christ Child. What the little boy could do, was play his drum. 45 or so years later, I’m still playing my drum for that Christ Child.
Today, I think each and every one of you offers up what ever gift and talent you have to that Christ Child. Some of you offer the gift of making music. Some of you offer the gift of acceptance. Some of you offer the gift of art. Some of you offer the gift of a glowing smile that just lights up the room. The list is endless.
On this Christmas Day Sunday, I firmly believe that everyone, not matter how young or old, symbolically kneels before Christ our king and offers what gifts we have to make his radical, compassionate, caring kingdom happen right here in central Nebraska.
And if we listen really hard, I believe God is receiving what we give, looking us in the eye and saying, “Thanks! It’s just what I needed!”
Grace & Peace,
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Hey Kelly, first Happy New Year to you and your family and second I am thrilled to see your Journeys posted...I have missed them very much so this is a great start to my New Year. Thanks so much for sharing. Holly Reiter
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