Has anybody had an earworm? I mean an earworm that lasted for ten years or so? When you have a song that is stuck in your mind and you sing it over and over and over again? My son, Tate, had the one of the most chronic earworm cases that I have ever heard tell of from the age of around 7 until he left for college over a year ago. It was not an annoying song, but a rather well-loved one. I don’t even think he was aware that he was belting it out most days. Going up or down the stairs or walking in the hallway upstairs it was almost inevitable that I would hear the first line of the same song, day in and day out.
“O come all ye faithful” set on
repeat for days and weeks and months and years.
Sometimes he added the “joyful and triumphant” part if he was in a
particularly good mood. I was always so happy when we would get to
sing it in church at Christmas because he loved it. And I did, too. And then, it made me think.
“O come let us adore Him.”
Mr. John Francis Wade must have known the
importance of adoring Christ, or worshiping him, because he repeated it THREE
times in the chorus. The rest of us
might have used the same line three times because adore and Lord sorta kinda
rhyme and I gotta get this thing finished!! No, he was really on to something.
The shepherds really got to go
and adore the real live, with skin and bones, tiny baby Jesus at the urging of
the angels. Nothing in their lives could
ever top that! They weren’t told to come and see the baby Jesus or come and
look at the baby Jesus or go and take a casserole to your pals, Mary and Joseph
because they are too tired to cook. They
were called to ADORE HIM! Adore can mean
love, esteem, glorify, or revere. They
were called to honor Him. To be
passionate about Him. To sing his
praises and to worship Him.
Christmas can be such a
stressful time for many of us. Instead
of feeling joyful and triumphant, many times we are so bogged down in the
parties, presents and poinsettias that we lose sight of what we should really be
celebrating. That the little tiny baby whom
the shepherds were called to exalt was sent here as God in the flesh. He deserves every last drop of our praise
during this season, and throughout the whole year. Maybe my own personal choir boy will keep
reminding me of this on a daily basis.
