It’s been a while since we’ve had a little one in the house at Christmas. Barrett turned two last week so this is the first Christmas he is aware of the holiday magic going on around him. It is fun to watch him experience Christmas for the first time. He squeals as we pass Christmas lights and points to every snowman he sees. It makes everything new again for me.
He makes us laugh as he shares his two-year-old interpretation of things we take for granted. Every Santa is “PawPaw,” which is what he calls my dad. PawPaw looks nothing like Santa, mind you, but that is the title all older men get. He was all aglow during his sister’s Christmas program, something I honestly endure out of love for my child. He made the cow and the donkey from his Little People nativity wrestle, and eventually one of them flew across the room. I had to intervene when the cow started after Mary. He stopped me in my tracks the day he took the animals to the manger instead of letting Jesus sleep there. Even two-year-olds know that mangers are for animals, not the infant King.
Hands down, his favorite thing of all are the stars. Barrett loves stars. I didn’t know kids had a favorite shape, but this one does. He points the stars out in the night sky with a, “Wow! Stars!” He yells in the car every time we pass Hardee’s and Bojangles with bright yellow stars on their sign. He will sit contentedly in your lap for half an hour and watch you draw stars on a piece of scratch paper. He is nutty for them!
Of course, he has an extra supply of stars with all of the Christmas decorations out. We have one atop our tree. His stocking is held up with a star. They are in the stores and on people’s houses. Everywhere we go, it’s, “Star! Star! STAR!”
Barrett’s excitement over the brightly shining stars is just a small taste of the excitement Jesus’ worshipers felt over the star that shone down on Bethlehem. They saw evidence of the Messiah. This created an outburst of pure joy.
When they saw the star, they rejoiced exceedingly with great joy. Matt 2:10, ESV
The shining evidence in the sky of a promise fulfilled compelled them to worship Jesus. They traveled 900 miles across desert and rough terrain in order to see this new born King. When they entered the house, they fell at the feet of Mary who held Jesus in her lap.
And going into the house they saw the child with Mary his mother, and they fell down and worshiped him. Then opening their treasures, they offered him gifts, gold and frankincense and myrrh.” Matt 2:11, ESV
When I see evidence of God at work, my response should be like that of the wise men. Promises fulfilled should draw me to the feet of the King to worship Jesus. And just like the wise men, I should lay all of my greatest treasure at His feet.
Worship is not the three songs leading up to the sermon on Sunday morning. It is a passionate relationship with a Savior. It is a lifestyle of giving all I am to Him because He gave His all for me. It is stopping the busy of life to see, feel, and acknowledge what God has done and is doing in and around me.
Honestly, I am so wrapped up in myself that worship requires intentionality. I have to discipline myself to turn my eyes upward to see the star. I long for a day when worship is as natural to me as my breath. I want my response to the goodness and greatness of God to mirror Barrett’s enthusiasm over stars.
Stars at Christmas don’t excite me the way they excite Barrett. Seeing Christmas through his eyes caused me to notice them once again. I can’t help it; he screams with delight every time he sees one! Let’s do that for one another. Let’s point out the greatness of our God when we see it.
I’d love for you to share a “star” moment in the comments. We can worship our King together!