I have always wondered, what role
would I have played if I had been alive at the time of birth of Jesus. On the ninth day of Christmas, I had a light
bulb come on inside my head. Notice I
didn’t have an epiphany; that was still a few days away. I would have been a wise man. I do have wisdom beyond my years, but what
makes me similar to the wise men, is that they went to seek out a child. The wise men traveled for days or even years
to find the child, and when they did they fell prostrate and worshiped him. The wise men were so happy to see
this child. They were determined to protect this child because they knew that
they had seen one special baby. To
protect the child they had to deliberately deceive their King by returning home
a different way, an act which could have had a costly price. With the price of defiance in mind, the wise men
protected the child.
The sight of a child can make me
so happy that I often want fall on my knees to interact with that child. While I was at my home church for Christmas
Eve service, I saw a child and I was so happy I just wanted to hug him. I was in the front row and after I had taken
communion, I walked the length of the Church into the narthex. That is when I saw the one year old that made
my heart melt. Then I knew exactly how
the wise men felt, but it would be days before I was able to connect my feeling
to the feelings of the wise men.
A little later that night, after
I had blown out Brooke’s candle, I had the pleasure of meeting Flint. He is a 4 month old, born on the day I was
commissioned as a missionary for the United Methodist Church. When our eyes met for the very first time he smiled
really big, because he knew that something special was happening.
I know that my gifts are with
children, and when using those gifts Christ flows through me to children and
their families.
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