So here it is. January 2nd. I had planned and outlined this wonderful idea (at least I THOUGHT it was wonderful) where I would write and talk about traditional Christmas carols or holiday songs and then go through the 12 days of Christmas with the song and it’s history.
And then life happened.
On December 11th, I got in a car accident. Someone turning left out of a driveway didn’t see me and hit my husband’s car. I wasn’t seriously injured (only the strongest stiffness I ever felt) and my son not his seat were not in the car. But the accident still totaled my husband’s Impala. So we spent a week handling the claim, week getting a new car and then celebrating Christmas and New Years.
So yeah, life happened.
And while it made holidays with my family much sweeter…i am sad i didn’t get to explore holiday songs.
Blessed be! Happy Christmas my friends!
Ironically, my pastor talked about the same message tonight that I feel the advent nativity has been drawing me to all season. That the birth of Jesus was messy. That it is still true that God came into out world. That it is real and that it does matter to me.
So by now you’d think the nativity is done. We’ve got Mary, Jo, an angel, some kings and some shepherds. Hey, we’ve even got a donkey and sheep. But we haven’t made it to Christmas yet. (Which is saved for Jesus.)
As my pastor said Sunday…”there isn’t much about the actual nativity in the Bible, but the reactions of those around it.” Using that mindset, the last few additions to this advent nativity complete
The little drummer boy is nowhere in the Bible. He is part of a song, written several years later by a song that is a twist on the magi story. Kings bring their fancy gifts and expensive items. But the little boy brings all that he has–a little drum– and his ability to do something.
I think that’s the point of the drummer boy in this nativity and why he is one of the last to be added to the story. That we are to come to the Christ child. In our world, the real world. Among the others like us and not like us. We are called to bring what we have. All that we have. And what we can do. All of what we can do. Whether it be the fragrant, valuable and rare or ordinary, dirty and noisy.
Hang on–the little reason for this great scene is about to be revealed.
The shepherds have always been one of my favorite characters in the nativity. They are people I feel like I can relate to. Maybe because I love animals and if I could figure out how to make a living doing it, is considering animal care while farming. (I know it’s possible–it’s the transitioning and where in CA to do it.) Nevertheless, the shepherds are the common folk. Not the Kings, not the main characters. Not the extras. They are very crucial to the advent story. Because despite the Kings bringing fancy gifts, they do not get the most glorious announcement. The shepherds get hosts of Angels singing about the glorious gift of the baby. And realizing the importance of this miraculous event, the rush with all they have to the manager. It’s s beautiful story.
My advent nativity has one little extra–a black sheep. Though the difference could have negative implications, I always like to think it is the inclusion of all sheep, whether black or white. Or it’s just the Protestant sheep in the mix since this was from a Catholic store (sorry–when I was in England, we had a review of Ireland and there was a picture of a sheep up on the screen while they were staring that Ireland is mostly Catholic. Then while in Ireland we saw a black sheep and indicated it must be the Protestant of the bunch.)