One thing stood out to me on my way home one Winter eve. I was listening to the song, “The Little Drummer Boy,” and for whatever reason, I began to understand the lyrics in a new light.
“I have no gift to bring …
That’s fit to give our King …
“I played my drum for Him.”
It struck me that, beyond the story, such lyrics can also expand to the metaphorical. We may not feel like we have a gift fit for a king, far less for the King of Kings. However, what He wants is for us to play our “drum” for Him; to use the gifts He has bestowed upon us for His glory and for our good.
Our gifts are not a matter of comparison. Should gold be compared to frankincense, and that to myrrh? Should the notes of a drum be compared to those of a voilin? Should what you bring to the world be compared to the person next to you? Absolutely not. The boy did not have a material gift, but he had something the Lord desires above all else: a heart towards Him. May we have our hearts toward Him and play our drum for Him this Christmas season, and in every season. And just as the Babe smiled at the boy in the story, so too may He smile upon us.
