This morning I woke to the invitation to listen to this gorgeous piece of music by Pentatonix. The clarity of voice and words struck my heart as they sang a song from my childhood, Christmas memories, telling the story of a little boy who gave all he had, as His gift to our New Born King.
The song “Little Drummer Boy” was originally titled “Carol of the Drum,” written by pianist Katherine K. Davis in 1941. This Czech carol shares some very powerful biblical doctrines, as it speaks of the nativity of Jesus, which can be missed if all we do is sing the song without understanding it’s message.
Over the course of many years, our translation of Christmas has been muffled with the “more we give” the bigger our hearts. When in reality, the true gift of Christmas is giving from our heart.
There is nothing wrong with giving presents. I am a huge gift giver. Every year, there never seems to be an end to the things I would love to give to others, but if I gave it all in one setting, what would be left?
At the manger, this little boy arrived, eyes wide open, at the sight of this newborn child. Those of us who have experienced the miraculous birth of a child can imagine the emotions that might have filled the heart of this little boy.
Yet, what made this birth different was the love that created this child, the immaculate conception of birth, a gift from God into the womb of a virgin girl, for all to receive. For all to worship. For all to Honor and Love.
My husband and I have been blessed with three daughters with whom we adore and treasure. We waited five years before deciding to start our family, yet we found our timing was not God’s timing, as it took us a few months longer than we had hoped, although not nearly as long as some couples wait.
Waiting for a child to be born, anticipating the warm embrace of holding that child for the first time, comes with an overwhelming raw emotion of love. There is nothing more precious than new life, requiring ones devotion to nurture and care for, as that life develops into the person they were designed to be.
In comparison, Gods decision as to the timing of Christ’s arrival was perfect. Those who studied scripture, waited anxiously for the arrival of the promised King of life. Throughout the generations, fathers and mothers would share with their children the promise of hope.
In a stable, surrounded by barnyard animals, when there was no room at the Inn, the Christ child was born. Nothing fancy and yet this child was brought into the world as a symbol of God’s love for mankind. Simplicity at its root.
As parents, we wait nine months for the arrival of a child. We being to prepare our hearts and homes for the change that is about to take place. There is discomfort and pain prior to our child emerging from our womb. And yet that pain is forgotten as we embrace our child for the first time. An overwhelming flow of love fills ones heart as tears of joy overcome our senses.
As the warmth of new life is placed upon our chest, we realize how “real” this change is going to have on our lives.
On this first Christmas, many came to see this child. They were awestruck at not only the beauty of a child, but also the long wait of his arrival. Hearts were already prepared and filled with joy. The raw emotion in witnessing this truth was to bow and honor this young child, our newborn King.
Many traveled to the place of Jesus’ birth. We read that those who presented gifts, gave all that they had, from their hearts. Those who had wealth, gave their finest from their riches, and as we see from this little drummer boy, some gave their finest, from what they had in their heart.
When we give to God, we are not asked to give beyond what we are able. We are asked to give from our heart, to give from what we have. To be pressured to give beyond our means is not honoring to God.
In the same respect, to give beyond our means during Christmas, racking up debt to be paid over time, is also not honoring to God. The day that Christ was born, many gifts were given, yet no one gave beyond their means.
A little boy gave all that he had through his gift in music. He was told that he was to bring his “finest” to lay before our King. He was poor, he had no gold, he had no material possession other than his drum and his heart. When he played his drum, he did not just beat to his own rhythm, but rather a tune that was honoring to a King.
When we worship, do we pray with a heart of love? When we give to God in our tithes or in service, do we give with a heart of joy, without grumbling or complaining? Are we humbled by our ability to give?
As we give to those we love at Christmas, are our gifts representative of our ability or that of what others expect from us? Our society has changed over the many years following the birth of Christ. In today’s culture, the payment method in giving to others is to utilize the plastic form of trade without the means in savings to pay for those expenditures. The stress in giving at Christmas has resulted in consumers purchasing material items to later take months to pay off.
I will always be a gift giver as I personally have a tender spot for those I love and care about. I tend to spontaneously give gifts throughout the year “just because”. I really enjoy being able to purchase and/or create gifts at Christmas. It does not matter the amount we spend or the number of gifts, but rather the heart in which we give. My husband and I choose to give our best in craftsmanship and in quality, within the resources we have. It not only shares our love and respect to those we give, but we feel it is also honoring to God.
So, as I listen to these artists sing this song, listen to the quality of pitch, clarity of voice, and meaning of the words, my heart is humbled. Their talent is a gift to my heart.
Be blessed with the heart of giving,
~ Laura ~
Laura D. Field
Reflective Tapestry of Life
Writer, Blogger, Proofreading, Editing, Freelance contributor
Little Drummer Boy
written by Katherine K. Davis
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 honor Him, pa rum pum pum pum,
When we come.
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?
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.