drummerboyLast Sunday, our church celebrated our Hanging of the Green service. We were a little late due to some winter weather interruptions (SNOW!) earlier this month, but that didn’t matter.

This is a favorite service for our church because there is always special music and lots of Christmas carols and Christmas lights – all things that make us feel like we are really starting the season right.

But my favorite part of the service this year was not the music (although it was wonderful and was led by my beloved). My favorite part of the service was the time that the congregation places offerings in the manger at the front of the sanctuary. We bring Christmas missions offerings and gifts of food that our deacons will distribute to those in need later this month.

We watched the very old, the very young, the newly widowed, the recently saved, the rich, the poor, the tattooed, the mom with a daughter recently appointed to international missions, the well-educated, the high-school dropout … all came to bring their offering to the Lord.

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My music-loving three-year-old is taken (as is much of the nation) with Pentatonix’s “Little Drummer Boy.” I have often thought of this, not just as the “Carol of the Drums,” but as a prayer for all artists. Truthfully, we don’t have much to offer. All we have is our small talents, and just like the boy in the song, we have no fine gifts for the King. All we can do is play our instruments, write our words, paint our pictures. Sometimes we may perform for an audience of many, but we always perform for an audience of One – the One who gave us these talents in the first place.

Little Baby, pa rum pum pum pum 
I am a poor boy too, pa rum pum pum pum 
I have no gift to bring, pa rum pum pum pum 
That’s fit to give the King, pa rum pum pum pum, 
rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum, 

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

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