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|Go Tell it on the Mountain
|Thursday, December 22, 2016|
He is every teacher's nightmare—the pain of the preschool, according to my wife, Diana. Just look for the boy grabbing toys away from others. Or shoving kids in line. Or hitting the child that ticks him off. That's Garrett.
He plays too rough. Talks too loud. Cares too little about anyone or anything other than himself. Having heard so many stories about Garrett, I was most interested in meeting the little tyke as I showed up with my camera bag.
Like Herding Cats
My wife has a rich tradition of taking a Christmas class photo in front of a floor-to-ceiling wall mural that looks like a Bethlehem neighborhood. Every child is dressed up in a costume that represents a character from the Christmas story and I was there to capture it all on my Nikon.
The outfits are adorable, but collecting 15 preschoolers and attempting to dress them up is like herding cats. Fortunately, this was not the first rodeo for Diana, or her capable assistant teacher, Kathy,
At last the kids were dressed and ready to head off to the photo room. But Garrett was unusually quiet. I saw him stare at the folds of the shepherd's robe hanging from his shoulders. Saw him gawk at the sight of white angel wings and fuzzy halos. Saw him ponder the sparkle of wise men who had come from afar.
And then the sweetest little voice sang a familiar refrain: “Go, tell it on the mountain...Over the hills and everywhere!” It was Garrett. Lost in the wonder.
Ruffians and Ragamuffins
Consider: the most unlikely kid in the class was perhaps the only one who truly “got it.” Yet isn't that the way it has always been with this gospel story of ours? It's the ruffians and ragamuffins, the “tax collectors and sinners” Jesus called them—who often get it before the rest of us so called “refined” folks.
Aren’t you glad Jesus came for scoundrels--like you and me?
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