Reflections From a Murky Pond

Perhaps my favorite Christmas carol and certainly my favorite Christmas story – even if it’s modern in origin…

Pentatonix’s Little Drummer Boy

H/T to Moe for sharing this modern, a capella version by Pentatonix.

“The Little Drummer Boy,” originally known as “Carol of the Drum” is quite modern as well. It was originally written in 1941 by Katherine Kennicott Davis, though the story it tells seems to based upon the 13th century legend of Le Jongleur de Notre Dame created or recorded by by Gautier de Coincy.

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I have written before about my disgust for many prayers people make to their God(s) begging or demanding that They provide some intercession in their worshipers’ lives. To me it seems wrong to treat one’s God(s) as They serve us when it is we who must serve Them.

This to me seems the only right request to make of the God(s)…

Lord, Grant Me The Strength

We are our God(s)’ hands and it’s our duty to serve Their will, not Their duty to ours. When one prays for more than help in finding the strength to carry on, you’re overstepping the bounds in Pride.

Side Notes

I get some significant enjoyment from thinking about how much and how viscerally the Liberals and Progressives would hate the image above, showing as it does and American soldier praying. The intersection of faith and our nation’s military has always been something that the Left feared and loathed.

Conversely, I can’t help shaking my head over the simple fact that very few normal, American Christians will be offended by the image. I would think they would be as it shows a soldier kneeling in prayer before an American flag in a setting that makes it look like the flag and, by proxy, the nation is being deified and place before- or in replacement of God.

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American society has degenerated to a horrific extent. Community, fraternity, faith, and charity have been deprecated in favor of government largess and coercion. This has brought about the wholesale dissolution of many good and right things that weren’t even part of the equation written by the Statists.

It’s so easy to see only the evil and the darkness.

Some good remains however. Some lights of rightness still flicker in the darkness and depravity. The community in and surrounding Little Chute, Wisconsin seems to be one of them.

That they could come together and give such a gift to a young man who would in most places and by most people be considered “one of the least of these brothers and sisters” shows that there’s still hope.

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