“The Little Drummer Boy” is one of my favorite Christmas carols. I have often felt an affinity to the little drummer boy. I am going a long in life, trying my best to get by. I keep my head down. I don’t stand out. Then suddenly…
“Come, a newborn king to see.”
But this isn’t just any newborn king. This is the newborn King.
“Baby Jesus. I am a poor boy too. I have no gift to bring, that’s fit to give a King.”
I am a poor girl, too. Do I have a gift to bring that’s fit to give our King? What do I have that’s fit to give the Savior of the world? To give my Savior? What can I possibly give back when I have been given everything? What does this one girl have to honor Him?
“Shall I play for you? On my drum?”
Shall I use the talents and time I have been given to make someone smile? Shall I give what I have even when I know it is so small compared to what Thou has given me? Shall I love and laugh and play and pray and try?
“I played my drum for Him. I played my best for Him.”
Yes. I have a gift to bring that’s fit to give our King. I can use what I have been given to sing His praises and to give back where ever I can. He knows me. He knows what I can do – even better than I do. And He loves us all.
“Then He smiled at me.”
“And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.” Matthew 25:40, Holy Bible, KJV
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