Lessons From the Little Drummer Boy

One of my dearest friends came to church with me this past Sunday for the first time. I've been telling her about MyChurch since we first started going there (in the tent) two years ago. Having her there meant a lot to me and hopefully it meant a lot to her, too.

Sunday morning at church they took up a special offering. It was a birthday gift to Jesus of sorts and Jeff asked everyone to "give something bigger than you would spend on any one person this year." The first time I heard that request (a few weeks prior) I started to panic a little. I knew that I wasn't giving gifts this year because it just isn't in my budget. What in the heck was I supposed to do for this special offering?

While we were singing the last song (O Come All Ye Faithful) I started tearing up. I knew the box was coming around and I didn't have anything to put in it. Then I heard a voice in my ear saying "Sing louder." Now THAT was a shocker since I'm already sitting in the second row so as not to disturb anyone with my loud singing. Then it hit me...God doesn't just want our money. He wants our best.

The little drummer boy had no gift to bring but he played his drum and the baby smiled. When we give God our talents and our time, we are giving Him a gift offering that goes beyond what money can do. The Lord knows that I don't have a lot to offer financially. I'm pretty sure He designed it this way. Which makes me thankful that He has put me in a church where I can offer what I do have...time. Whether it is going to the church during the week or helping to arrange an event, time is what I have to give.

I like to think that one day I will have more financial resources and be able to give back to this church body that has given so much to me and my family. I just hope that when that day comes, I'll remember the little drummer boy and take the time to play my best for Him. The Lord knows I love smiling babies....