Monday, December 5, 2011

The parable of the Christmas Carol (repost)

I wrote this in October 2008. It's one of my first ever blog posts. (Well, other than my rockin' livejournal blog I had in high school).
The other day, my friend Kamille and I were craftin' it up and rockin' out to JB and she asked what my favorite Christmas song is. 
Here's the thing: I can't pick a favorite. It's been on my mind for 3 days now, and I still can't pick a favorite. I love approximately one billion Christmas songs and I think they're all favorite. So, for the next little while, I think we're going to have a Christmas song of the day. Sound good?



Little Drummer Boy by Various Artists on Grooveshark




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.

Baby Jesu, 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. 


Now for the comparison. This song is about our life here on earth. 

Come, See the newborn king! Bring your finest gifts to honor him. Isn't that what life is all about? The savior invites us to come unto him. We will only be able to take our spiritual gifts with us in the next life, nothing temporal. I would submit that we work to gain the finest gifts (i.e. patience, hope, charity, etc.) because those are the things that will matter when we return to our Savior. Seek him, gain wonderful gifts of the spirit, and honor him. Always remember him.

Baby Jesu, I am a poor boy too. I have no gift that is fit for a king, but shall I play for you? I played my drum for him. I played my best for him. Picture meeting the Savior, knowing you've worked hard, but knowing you still haven't reached perfection. Then, you give him your best. That's what matters! 

Then He smiled at me, me and my drum. Picture the loving Savior. He knows you've given it your all, you played your best for him. You've come to find him, and you've done your best.

Verse 3 of Come, Ye Children of the Lord
All arrayed in spotless white, we will dwell mid truth and light!
We will sing the songs of praise, we will shout in joyous lays.
Earth shall then be cleansed from sin, every living thing therein shall in love and beauty dwell. Then, with joy, our hearts shall swell. 

That blessed day when we will have the opportunity to be all arrayed in spotless white, will you feel that you played your best for him? That you worked to seek him all your life?  That you honored, and always remembered him? How glorious that day be when earth will be cleansed from sin? When every living thing there in love and beauty dwell.  Be meek like a child, be the little drummer boy. Play your drum for him. Play your best for him.

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