It’s not Stanley (the mythical name I’ve chosen to give this made up boy) I have a problem with. Young men with sticks and a snare don’t bother me at all, nor do younger men with wooden spoons and mum’s pots and pans.
If not Stanley, then what don’t I like?
I don’t care for the carol (though I do slightly enjoy the Mercy Me version).
I also don’t care for the old school claymation or the Veggie Tales version of the story. Which is a bit strange since I have no problem with clay and though vegetables aren’t my thing I am a bit fan of their tales.
What I love though is the message of this carol.
The boy feels that he has nothing that is worth giving, yet is encouraged to give what he has.
Oh how many times that is true for me. I come before the Lord feeling mediocre at best and just above worthless at worst.
What can I give God? What can I bring that would be adequate to present to my King?
All I can give is all I am. My heart, my time and my talents are His. If I don’t use what I’ve got then why do I have it?
I encourage you this season to let the Lord use what He’s given you and step out in faith and trust that what He has given you is yours to use to bring glory to Him.