If you have never seen 25 kids,
all under 8 years of age, sing and dance their way through the Christmas story,
you have missed an indescribable joy. The Sunday before Christmas, Bruce and I
attended a children’s cantata at our church, Christian Fellowship Assembly in
Tunnel Hill, GA.
Tiny angels, shepherds, the Magi,
Mary and Joseph worshiped with abandon. A
grinning four-year-old in gold lame’ sat
atop her father’s shoulders and led the cast, including a donkey, a cow, a
sheep, a bird, and a couple of critters of unknown species, to the baby in the
manger.
The unconventional Christmas pageant
was punctuated with familiar but reimagined carols. I don’t know about you, but
toddlers bobbing up and down and singing “O, Holy Night” to a polka beat is
beyond my ability to describe. You really had to be there. The director,
a young woman with entirely too much energy and infinite patience, waved and
pointed and shouted out the lyrics.
One thought has filled my heart
and given me great pleasure ever since witnessing this miniature spectacular: never
in these children’s lives will anyone at our church tell them, “You can’t
worship like that.”
Praise God!
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