Power

11th night of Advent—King David.

Symbol: Slingshot

Hymns: The Lord's My Shepherd, I'll Not Want; Children Of The Heavenly Father

As we wind the road to the manger, we with our changing single candle because we don't have the right size candles nor the number needed, we settle into the basic routine of our family evening devotional. We make accommodation for various family members that have opposing schedules. We adjust the time we start. We even adjust our format when needed. One night I sang alone softly because I needed to sing to be complete and everyone else needed to go to bed.

Somehow, this sacred privilege of sitting vigil with our unborn-always-been savior has started to become familiar, comfortable, rote.

It seems a good thing, because it is, and yet I've begun to lose my wonder.

This God I serve used a slingshot to declare his power, his praise, his protection of his people. A slingshot wielded by a faith-full shepherd boy.

If God's power is perfected in weakness, then make me weak for you, O God my Savior.

So we keep on. Feeble and frail in our following the Savior's lead on the donkey, toward Bethlehem town, toward both apartness and withness in the mean little stable, toward David's city we stumble.