O Come Let Us Adore Him

Ask a small child to arrange a nativity scene and you might get something like this…

My daughter did something similar to this during her first “active” Christmas Holiday season. That's the 1.5 year old Christmas where she was making meaning and learning faith stories as fast as her church family and I could tell them to her. She helped me set up our family nativity set minus Jesus; we did this because we wait until Dec. 24^th after church to find Jesus in the manger. She looked at each piece and named them. Explaining the story as she went through the box of precious figures, she placed each one with care. When she finished all I could see were the backs of the shepherds, sheep and camels. I couldn’t see Mary AT ALL! It was all wrong.

As a young mother is want to do, I explained gently that the set should be set up in a “V” so we could see each individual piece. As an almost two year old/who thinks she is an adult will invariably do, my daughter explained with exasperation that they are not important. They are looking for/at the manger where Baby Jesus goes. That's the important part.

Yep, she got it. The child whose lullabies were “Amazing Grace” and “What Child is This” reminded me of what is important during this holiday season. It is not about us, how we look, whether the stable is clean, nor how many lights are on the tree; it is the expectation and the gift. What is important is remembering that at Christmas we humbly, joyfully, and reverently sing

“O come, let us adore him. O come, let us adore him. O come, let us adore him, Christ the Lord.”

"O come, let us adore him.
O come, let us adore him.
O come, let us adore him, Christ the Lord."

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