Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Drummers at Christmastime

Sunday night was our stake's annual Christmas in the Grove concert. This is one of my favorite celebrations of the year and of the season. I look forward to it all year. I have a tape recording of the very first Christmas in the Grove- 15? 16+ years ago when it was just a small choir and a small congregation in the chapel of the stake center. Now it has grown so large that we have to hold it in the American Fork tabernacle and it is usually standing room only. And Katherine Laycock Little, my wonderful friend, always chooses music that so wonderfully celebrates the birth of our Savior that I am always moved to my very core.

I have always had a child in the children's choir and when they were old enough they joined the youth choir. And those that were able, played an instrument- usually percussion. This year, Jacob was in the small group that played percussion for the concert and I was excited when he told me that they were going play one of my favorite songs, Little Drummer Boy. I was not prepared, though, for how much this particular song would move me and touch the deepest part of my heart.

As the song began, for some reason, I became hyper focused on the words of the song and the fact that they were the drummer's words.
Then the second verse began and I became focused on the drummer.

Then I looked at the drummer- really looked at him and saw--
my son giving his heart and his song to his Savior and Redeemer, everything he, a poor boy, had to give,
and I was moved in a way I thought I would never feel again because I have spent a lot of years building a protective layer around my heart.

But my son, with his offering to my Savior, helped tear that layer away and filled my heart to over flowing with love and gratitude.

for some reason my tripod was not turning smoothly that night, and at the end of the song, I truly wish that I could have taped it so that you could see both Jake and Katherine as she led the song. The small interaction between her as she led both the choir and the percussion was beautiful, but I hoped you felt the spirit anyway.

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