~by Brenda Weaver
“He also said, “This is what the kingdom of God is like. A man scatters seed on the ground. Night and day, whether he sleeps or gets up, the seed sprouts and grows, though he does not know how.” Mark 4:26-27
They knocked at my door and asked politely, “May we carol for you?”
“Of course, I would be delighted,” I replied, grinning.
My house was their first stop, in fact it was a “practice” stop. I’d suggested to the Community Outreach leaders of our church that the children and staff sing first at my home in the village before they walked to some of the neighboring homes to sing. For some of the young children this was their first time of Christmas caroling. They’d practiced the songs; now they were practicing their manners.
After two favorite carols, sung with gusto, I was happy to congratulate them and join them in caroling for others. While the big but waning moon sat frozen-like in the sky, I watched them. Little feet crunched across the snow. Little hands held carefully-made little books of carols. Pairs of eyes moved from reading the lyrics to reading the faces of the elderly couples for whom they sang. Little mouths formed the words—and smiled.
I saw them catch it! The joy of Christmas caroling is born in another generation. In the hearts of children who don’t yet understand what it is like to know the One they sing about as Lord and Savior.
Seeds were scattered on this frigid winter night while the moon glowed and the dogs barked and “Joy to the World” rang true. Only God knows when they may grow.