Showing posts with label james taylor at christmas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label james taylor at christmas. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 24, 2025


Every December, I retrieve a worn box from the basement containing a creche with clay figures Tava brought from Mexico. As I arrange them, I play my favorite Christmas music—James Taylor at Christmas—and reflect on the story set in a humble manger: the miracle of Mary’s baby, fully human and fully God, and the wide-eyed shepherds who came to worship. In this nativity set, the shepherds are absent, but they have left their little lamb to hold their place. 

The wise men appear with their gifts, though in the Gospel account, they visited Mary and Joseph later at home (see Matthew 2). An ox and a ram rest nearby, and though the scripture doesn’t specify animals, we can easily see them fitting into the manger scene. But then, there are the whimsical figures—a giraffe peering over Joseph’s shoulder and a baby elephant at the infant King’s feet—as if they belonged there. 
At first, it’s easy to dismiss the elephant and giraffe as not part of the historical account. But viewed allegorically, we might see ourselves in those out-of-place creatures—for who of us is worthy to stand before the God of Heaven? We are more out of place in God’s throne room than a giraffe in a manger. Yet because Jesus was born and offered His life as a sacrifice, we are invited into a relationship with an open door to God. 
Scripture describes this access: “...in Jesus Christ our Lord and through faith in Him, we may approach God with freedom and confidence” (Ephesians 3:11-12).
With that access in mind, the question naturally arises: how should we respond to Him? The last stanza of the old Christmas Carol “In the Bleak Midwinter” answers that question simply for me: 
If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb. 
If I were a wise man, I would know my part. 
What then can I give Him? 
I must give my heart.

My favorite version of that song is by James Taylor. You can hear it here.

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Little Shepherd

































What then can I give Him, empty as I am?

If I were a shepherd I would bring a lamb;

If I were a wise man, I would do my part;

What then can I give Him?  I must give my heart.



From the song In the Bleak Midwinter


To hear a beautiful rendition of this song from the CD
James Taylor at Christmas, click here.


For last year's Christmas story, click here.



Our young friend and neighbor, Hayden, is the shepherd in the picture.  
We think he makes a really good one.






The texture is Annabelle,
by Kim Klassen.



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Saturday, December 25, 2010

Sparkles

This seems to be the season of sparkles.  Years ago, when I worked at Hallmark Cards, artists would groan when an assignment came to design a card with glitter, which seemed, at that time, so uncool.  It appears to be quite in vogue this year, however, and is applied generously to a wide variety of cards.  Now we find glitter everywhere, as it spreads from the cards to the table and to our hands, and from there, often to our clothes, and to Barley's hair, and beyond.  Don and Tava and I sat at the kitchen table the other night, and while Don engrossed us with stories from his year in Vietnam, glitter sparkled on his face.


I love those sparkles that come on the inside, too, that sparkly feeling that washes over you, sometimes when you least expect it, that says, "this is Christmas".  This year, those sparkles started for me when I was at my desk working and listening to James Taylor at Christmas, and they came again at the Christmas eve service at our small country church. The pastor read the familiar story from the gospel of Luke about God coming to earth in the form of a baby.  In the dim candlelight, we shared communion as a reminder of why He came, to give His life so we could fully live.


In the wee hours of Christmas morning, I got up to put our Christmas stew in the crock pot. Barley came padding in softly from the bedroom, so I plugged in the Christmas tree lights and petted him for a few quiet moments while we both enjoyed the sparkles.  The music played again, this time in my head:


What then can I give Him, empty as I am?
If I were a shepherd I would bring a lamb;
If I were a wise man, I would do my part;
What then can I give Him?  I must give my heart.


James Taylor - In the Bleak Midwinter