We are all invited to participate in the Christmas story.
Yesterday, our church choir performed a Christmas Cantata. It was complete with readings that told the story of Jesus’ birth. A narrator would read about an event like Mary’s visit from the angel Gabriel, and then the choir would sing a song about it.
I didn’t really love the music selection this year for the cantata. It was very difficult to learn for someone who doesn’t read music and required a ton of practices which often ran past 9:00 at night. Yet, when it all came together, with the small orchestra that the choir director assembled, and the readings, that our pastor tweaked, it was a beautiful telling of the Christmas story.
The songs that I had come to dread singing, over and over, came to life somehow and there were times that I couldn’t help, but move to the beat as I sang. One of the male choir members told me it was the same way for him afterwards. I suppose when you prayerfully, come together, with open hearts, to remember and celebrate the birth of Christ, the Holy Spirit gets involved.
When the Holy Spirit gets involved, the results are never disappointing. Hearts get opened and lives get changed.
Next Sunday evening, we are doing a family improv Christmas pageant. We have a Joseph and a Mary, a couple of angels, a couple of shepherds and two wise men at this point. We will have narrators read the Christmas story from the Bible and members of the audience, are invited to join in the procession to the manger, in whatever part they choose, to participate in the telling of the Christmas story.
Adults are joining in with children. My hubby has built a manger. People have been asked to bring whatever they can find from home, to wear as costumes. My daughter is playing her guitar along with another church member. We will sing the Christmas carols everyone knows, like “Hark the Herald Angels Sings” and “Silent Night.”
It will be in the fellowship hall and we are expecting a certain amount of chaos. But, as I think about old and young coming together in mismatched costumes, not rehearsing, but simply listening to the Scripture to guide us where to go, I can’t imagine Jesus being much happier with a production, even one that was practiced for months in advance with hundreds of dollars spent on costumes.
There’s something about participating in the Christmas story, whether it’s in song, or in a pageant, or in any other way, that stirs the heart. I suppose it’s because the birth of Jesus, was the official invitation for all of mankind to participate in the kingdom of God. The angels’ message to the shepherds was one for every man, woman, and child, with no expiration date. The message was and is, timeless.
Our actual participation in telling of the story of the birth of our Savior, seems to somehow open our hearts to experience just a glimpse of the joy that the earth felt over two thousand years ago. We are all invited to participate.
Every time we say a prayer, every time we attend church service, every time we wish someone a Merry Christmas, every time we invite someone to church, every time we sing a Christmas carol, and every time we tell the Christmas story to our children or grandchildren, we are participating.
And when we participate, I believe Heaven participates with us. So, come and join in the chorus.
Have an awesome day!
Wendy 🙂