Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Do You See What I See?

Last week, Lauren's preschool teacher asked her to draw or write what she was thankful for . . .





I see this and smile. So much controversy surrounds Your name. I hear it so often. The same name that people use in prayer they use to swear in traffic.

"She will bear a Son, and you shall call His name Jesus [the Greek form of the Hebrew Joshua, which means Savior], for He will save His people from their sins [that is, prevent them from failing and missing the true end and scope of life, which is God]."
Matthew 1:21 (Amplified Bible)

Seeing Your name in my daughter's handwriting collided with a writing assignment at work. As we walk from Thanksgiving into the Christmas season, once again, You inspire me to inspire others . . . (Bless DC as he performs this a couple days before Your birthday.)

Christmas time takes the stage, and I’m already feeling caged
like a Where’s Waldo page
buried up to my rib cage in a pile of tinsel.
Wading through paper snowflakes, bad fruitcakes, cookie bakes,
ornaments, lights, there are no silent nights,
in these line-waiting, gold-plating, reindeer-inflating days of
commercialism at it’s best.
People’s names on a list, we wish we won’t miss
The sale item that will buy their happiness.
Jingle bells and holly, plastics Santas who look jolly,
we all dance in the folly, but who’s holding the strings?
Our kids whining, pining for more shiny new things?
Carols blare, angels wings in the air, we sing and we stare
and try to smile at a distant story.
Shepherds in bathrobes, mangers trapped in snowglobes,
While styrofoam blizzards are blockin’ our view.
We ride in the machine, but do we know what it means?
Or are nativity scenes just another pretty picture for our Christmas cards?
More toys equal joys, but they’re just the decoys,
‘cuz there’s a tiny baby boy in the middle of our mess.
Oh, you’ve heard it all before, the world cried out for more,
So come let us adore a cute little baby
But maybe just maybe you didn’t get it.
‘Cuz see that’s just the opening credits . . .

Let me tell you about who my boy became
A man framed, He took my shame, this ain’t no child’s game.
Those little cherub fingers grew up to heal, to feel, to reveal
I know it seems surreal
But I’m telling you our little boy
grew up.
Those baby feet later hit the streets in the heat of
A revolution.
Back when they came in droves, ate five loaves
And just . . . listened.
They say he was a crazy man, travelin’ across the land,
The sinner’s friend, fisher of men,
Mind-blowing, seed-sowing, all-knowing
Radical on the move.
Syllables of parables opened up like marigolds
Where a mustard seed is all you need
Blessed are the meek, turn the other cheek,
The last shall be first when they inherit the earth
In his lectures from the hillsides.
But he wasn’t just a nice guy.
His in your face questions leave stones unthrown
Sons can come home, and sheep are allowed to have minds of their own.
His love for humanity, borderline insanity.
When they spit in his face, but this act of grace
wasn’t just a “way back when”,
see ya later friend, where you can say your amen and walk away again.
Cuz “O little town”, was just the countdown
To his upside down, lost and found
Life he gave for me
and you.
So look a little closer at the little baby scene
See if you can’t see what I mean
It’s the evolution of a revolution
The gift of a hope solution
At least it is for me.
So let me ask . . . do you see what I see?

3 comments:

Sherry Ingle said...

I love the simplicity of this picture...a simple drawing on a simple paper plate...the simple faith of a child. Isn't that what Christmas is all about? Sometimes I think kids have a better handle on the holiday season than many adults.

Sarah Koutz said...

I love your daughter.
I love her pictures.
I love the work.
I love you.

I look forward to seeing this final product!

atoj said...

I was at GCC this past Saturday services and DC shared your poem and I was in tears. It is SO right on and SO what I wish I could scream at the top of my lungs! You are truly blessed to have the Holy Spirit give you such words to speak from the heart of so many people. I am going to share this at 3 family Christmas' in the next few days. I hope I touch and open the eyes of a few family members in the process. I thank you for allowing the gifts God gave you to flow so precious and touch the hearts of many. Merry CHRISTmas!!! Shalom sjb