You are worthy.
CWC Day 12!đđ«
It was an ordinary night.
My brother, Josiah, asked me to follow him and his friends to watch the flock. I didnât want to go. It was a cold winter night, and I would have rather stayed inside where it was warm. But he bribed me and said I could bring my drum and play for his friends. I knew he didnât always like when I performed; he said it was embarrassing and childish, sometimes. So I followed him, drum in hand, into the dark.
It was cold. The kind of cold that settles into your bones. The stars were out, brighter than usual, and we watched the sheep in silence. At some point, my brotherâs friend, Benjamin, asked me to play while he sang an hymn, so I did. I tapped a rhythm, it was nothing special, just something to pass the time. We laughed a little. Eventually, we grew tired and laid down to rest our eyes.
Then the light came.
At first, we thought a fire had started. But it wasnât a fire and it wasnât a torch. It was something brighter, it was something alive. It couldnât have been of this world. We looked up and saw beings standing above us. Anyone who had grown up like us would know immediately: angels. And suddenly the night was no longer ordinary. I remember freezing with fear.
They spoke of good news. They told us not to be afraid. They said a King had been born. A Savior. That peace had come to us. That God had drawn near to men. They sang, and their voices filled the sky in a way no human sound ever could. It was the most beautiful thing I have ever heard.
âGlory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, goodwill toward men.â
I didnât understand everything they said. I donât think any of us did. But my brother did not hesitate. He said we should go. That we must see this thing that had happened. I held my drum, thinking I would go home instead. What was I supposed to do there? What did a boy like me have to offer a king?
But, âComeâ, they told me.
So we walked. The stars were even brighter and the night felt so alive. We found the place. It was a stable, not a palace. There were no trumpets, gold or marble. All I could see was hay, animals, a man and a woman holding a baby. She looked so young and tired, but there was something about her, something gentle and holy. The child was small, wrapped in cloth and he was so quiet. And somehow, this was the King they spoke of. THE MESSIAH?
I felt ashamed. What could I offer Him? I had no gift, no wealth, no importance, no words worthy enough. I was just a boy with a boy. I almost left to stay outside while the adults talked. But something inside me urged me forward. It wasnât a voice. Just a knowing.
I asked the woman, Mary, if I could play for Him. She smiled and nodded. So I played. My hands shook and the rhythm wasnât perfect.I played the melody the angels had sung, or at least the best version my small hands could manage. And in that moment, I understood something I will never forget: this King wasnât like Herod or any other king I had heard of. This king did not need gold or greatness. He only needed my offering. My presence. My heart. I was just a boy with a drum. And in all of Israel, that night, I was deemed worthy to welcome the king.â€ïž
Hi, my love.
I wrote this story from the POV of my favorite Christmas character. Funnily enough, the drummer boy isnât mentioned in the Bible, at least, I donât think he is. But heâs always been my favorite. I love the song The Little Drummer Boy so much, because it talks about how all of us are worthy, even with the little that we have.
By the way, I know that the origin of the Little Drummer Boy story was with the Wise Men, but I decided to write it with the Shepherds instead.
The drummer boy was just a child. He didnât have much to offer. He wasnât rich or important. All he had was his drum and he came before Jesus with what he had. Thatâs what I love about the story. Because sometimes, we feel like we donât have enough to offer to God. We feel too small, too broken, too unworthy. We think God wouldnât notice us, or that weâre not important enough. But the truth is, God saw him. And God sees us too.
The drummer boy didnât have anything impressive. And still, God found him worthy to be there. He was worthy to stand before the King. And thatâs what I want you to remember. If you ever feel small, or unimportant, or like you donât matter enough, I want you to know this: you are worthy. You are seen. You are loved. God saw and loved you before you ever thought of Him. Before you were even formed in your momâs womb. Thatâs why Jesus came. Thatâs why He was born, because you are worthy of His love.
âBut God, being rich in mercy, because of the great love with which he loved us, even when we were dead in our trespasses, made us alive together with Christâby grace you have been saved.â Ephesians 2: 4-5.
Merry Christmas, my love.đ„č
You might not hear from me tomorrow. I think I need some rest but Iâm glad I did this challenge. I hope every piece reminded you of the beauty and worth of Christmas and within you. I love you. And Jesus loves you more, my darling!â€ïž