Keys to the Kingdom By Carolyn Hayward Tucker

During winter, the frosty windows often showcase a landscape of cedar trees laden with glittery snow. I enjoy looking at the wintry majesty of God‘s creation. As a youngster, I would play outside until my hands were numb and nearly frozen solid. I would also express my concern for the farm animals standing in the freezing temperatures with snow on their backs. Mom would make me feel better by telling me that they had thick hides. After three months of winter shivers, we would begin to look forward to the coming of spring. We were expectant and hopeful that the warmth, extra light, and new birth of spring was just around the corner.

The Messiah’s coming was prophesied in the Old Testament hundreds of years before Jesus’ birth in the New Testament. There was no instant “drive-through” Jesus. The people sat in darkness for a long time before the Light of the World came. In our impatient culture of fast food, microwaves, instant pots, and bread makers, I’m not sure how well today’s society would wait for the Messiah’s arrival.

Some of the sacred Christmas music just can’t be ignored. The haunting melody and lyrics of the hymn, “O Come, O Come, Emmanuel “ is a compelling reminder of how  desperately we needed (and still need) a Savior. This ancient 12^th century Latin hymn was originally used in the medieval church liturgy. Each stanza concentrates on a different biblical name for Jesus: Emmanuel, Lord of Might, Rod of Jesse, Dayspring, Key of David, Bright and Morning Star, and King of Nations.

As the prophets foretold, the Messiah finally came 600 years after His coming was prophesied. Although Jesus fulfilled every single prophecy, many people still missed Him. At every turn, He frustrated the religious leaders. They expected one thing and He delivered another. They wanted Jesus to choose sides, but He chose sinners instead. He didn’t fit their religious ideology of who and what a Savior would be like. He was born to a virgin, delivered in a germy stable, learned the trade of a carpenter, and basically owned nothing. With that background check, Jesus fell short of their rigid religious expectations. But He was wilderness tested and God approved. Let’s face it, God often surprises us with how and when He accomplishes His will.

If you miss your 737 flight the first time, you can always catch the next flight out. For those who have continually missed the Messiah, we have God’s Word to help us find and accept the Savior today. God makes a way when there seems to be no way. The world, in and of itself, is without hope, but Jesus came to fix that. Not even Satan (Matt. 4:1-11) or Peter (Matt. 16:21-23) could scrub the divine mission that God planned for His only begotten Son.

Even though the religious leaders didn’t acknowledge the long-awaited Messiah, the demons knew exactly who He was. Jesus and His disciples went to Lake Galilee to teach and heal the people. “And whenever those possessed by evil spirits caught sight of Him, the spirits would throw them to the ground in front of Him shrieking, ’You are the Son of God!’” (Mark 3:11 NLT).

The Key: Let’s accept and allow the Key of David to open our heart’s door and change our lives forever. That’s why He came.

Kaden, my great-grandson, had an important role in his preschool’s Christmas program in Las Vegas last night.  He was a cow. He had asked to be a dinosaur but was given the choice of a cow, a sheep or a donkey. Along with 11 other three-year-olds, his job was to sit in a chair at the front of the stage and stand when it was his turn to sing a Christmas carol.  Upon entering the stage, he walked like a Raptor and his “moo” sounded more like a “ROAR,” so we guessed he was a cross between the two animals, more like a “cowasaur.”

Twenty preschool “angels” sat at the back of the stage.  They each had one line they were to deliver into the downstage microphone.  Directing dinosaurs would have been easier.  They, at least, returned to their seats after they spoke.  Kaden’s group, on the other hand, included a couple of runaways, a little girl who tried to put her hairbow in Kaden’s cow hat and then sat with her back to the audience, several who randomly stood and moved in the sanctuary wherever they wanted, and not a few who removed their costumes on stage (Kaden included).  Fortunately, there were clothes underneath.

We marveled at the patience of the adults in charge and the teenage “angels” who sat in strategic spots to try and keep the kiddies under control. An almost impossible task.

I love how God gives us all different gifts.  If you read my book, you know that working with a group of little tikes is not my thing.  I fail at it miserably.  What I appreciated about these adult workers was how they never stopped smiling, even if they had to leave their kneeling, directors’ positions in front of the kiddos to chase one of the escapees and return him (yes, him, always a him) to his assigned position on the stage.

We were there because this Christmas was a reunion for the LaRoche clan.  We met at Dave’s daughter’s house for six days in Henderson, Nevada, and had a blast. Every couple was responsible for a meal for 27 relatives.  There were pickleball and wallyball competitions, bike rides, guys-against-girls board games, a crazy, neighborhood, Christmas scavenger hunt, times to watch two three-year-olds and three one-year-olds learn to share and get along, and lots of visits to catch up, to spend time with loved ones. Each of our “gifts” was evident.

From organizing child car seats in vehicles (think musical chairs with car seats) to food preparation/clean-up to game/activity orchestrating to scorekeeping to entertaining babies to praying and leading a devotional, we all had a purpose. 1 Peter 4:10 (ESV) reminds us of how we are to use our gifts: As each has received a gift, use it to serve one another, as good stewards of God’s varied grace.                                                                                                           

Any time a group of people are involved (albeit conducting a children’s Christmas program or a family reunion), it is paramount that individuals work together for the good of all.  Had those volunteers at Kaden’s event allowed the kids to run amok, chaos would have ensued.  Had any of our relatives sat back and expected to be catered to, they would have found themselves in a very lonely position.            And probably very, very hungry.

As it turned out, we are already discussing our next get together.  I hope the volunteers at Kaden’s program are doing likewise.  One thing’s for certain—they deserve all the prayers they can get.

Merry Christmas, All!