Frankly, I have never cared for children’s Christmas plays: Predictable presentations of the Christmas story, tone-deaf kids singing along with prerecorded music into mics that always teeter between feedback and inaudible, and fawning parents rushing up to record the whole mess.
At least, that was the case until four years ago when my daughters started being in our church’s Christmas plays.
Last week my oldest daughter owned her role of “Baby Goat” and my youngest daughter rocked the air trumpet from the mouse choir. If you don’t think that is awesome, well then you can just be excused from humanity.
What made the difference? Those are my girls up there. They are mine and I love them. Not because they do everything right or because it was a Tony worthy performance, but simply because they are mine.
As God looks down on our mediocre performance here on earth, I have to imagine he feels about the same. If I (as imperfect and sinful as I am) love my kids regardless of how good they are, how much more does God love us in our failures? Sure, he wants to see “go and sin no more,” but his love is not earned by our perfection. He loves us because we are his.
Merry Christmas to you and yours, and may you feel his glowing love surrounding you this season.
LOL…I started watching that video expecting it to be your girls in a Christmas program or something, but then I realized it was an advertisement.