Yesterday we put away the Christmas decorations. A task I usually don't look forward to. For everyone wants to decorate, but no one wants to reverse the process. This year I enjoyed brief visits with each ornament before they were lovingly wrapped and put in a box. Grandpa's shell, Nana's quilt square, Maria's pig, Minnie's ears... But the big lesson settled when we took care of our nativity scene. For more than 15 years I have been setting these figures up, and taking them down, with one, two, or three of my girls. And in all that time I never noticed the multiple breaks that had been repaired on this shepherd boy. The arms, head, and both feet shattered -- but then painstakingly glued back together.
At first I wondered how did I miss seeing the break lines all these years? Then I wondered, how could such destruction happen? Only to realize the lesson or learning isn't in the brokeness. The lesson is found in the loving repair of a small shepherd boy who comes faithfully year after year to worship the new born King.
2 comments:
Great lessons are always before us. Thanks for the reminder that they often reside in the most mundane activities - like cleaning up.
Thanks also for the Fb like. :)
For me, the lesson was in seeing the careful repair work probably at the hand's of my Grandfather. In their day these nativity pieces sold for 15 cents at the 5 & 10 store. No big dollars - but even so each was valued to the point of repairing and repainting the most shattered of figures. Making them priceless. Aren't we priceless for all our brokeness and repairs?
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