December 24, 2012
December 20, 2012
how to receive the good news
We slipped into the back row and waited for the music to
begin.
As the banjo, cello, and guitar strummed their melodious sonnets of Christmas joy, a slow smile spread across Grant's face and he began to rock in sync with the music; his body keeping the rhythm like a ticking metronome.
When the first song ended, Grant clapped enthusiastically and bellowed his normal sounds of glee. A few people turned around in their seats to see who was expressing such loud accolades, but then knowing smiles embraced their faces as they settled back and relaxed to the next song.
All was OK.
No one was frustrated with the boy who boisterously exclaimed his joyous approval.
No one was annoyed with the boy who was... different.
Because here, all are welcomed.
The good news is for all who will listen. I marvel that God chose lowly shepherds to be the first to hear of Jesus' humble arrival... and then those simple men were serenaded by a sky filled with a heavenly host. Can you imagine being one of those shepherds as they rushed to see the Messiah?
I looked at my oldest son, who was again rocking to the music, and thought, May we all rejoice as freely and loudly as Grant when we hear the good news!
"And the shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all they had heard and seen, as it had been told them." Luke 2:20
For a couple weeks we enjoyed 70 degree weather in North Carolina - in December. Believe me, the boys took full advantage of the warm weather.
As the banjo, cello, and guitar strummed their melodious sonnets of Christmas joy, a slow smile spread across Grant's face and he began to rock in sync with the music; his body keeping the rhythm like a ticking metronome.
Mesmerized.
When the first song ended, Grant clapped enthusiastically and bellowed his normal sounds of glee. A few people turned around in their seats to see who was expressing such loud accolades, but then knowing smiles embraced their faces as they settled back and relaxed to the next song.
All was OK.
No one was frustrated with the boy who boisterously exclaimed his joyous approval.
No one was annoyed with the boy who was... different.
Because here, all are welcomed.
The good news is for all who will listen. I marvel that God chose lowly shepherds to be the first to hear of Jesus' humble arrival... and then those simple men were serenaded by a sky filled with a heavenly host. Can you imagine being one of those shepherds as they rushed to see the Messiah?
I looked at my oldest son, who was again rocking to the music, and thought, May we all rejoice as freely and loudly as Grant when we hear the good news!
"And the shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all they had heard and seen, as it had been told them." Luke 2:20
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For a couple weeks we enjoyed 70 degree weather in North Carolina - in December. Believe me, the boys took full advantage of the warm weather.
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