It’s an annual surprise.
Some afternoon, usually in March, I hang up my gray winter coat for the last time. I never know which day will be the very last of the cold season. We’ve even had freak winter snowstorms in April. There’s no official ceremony or anything and the groundhog’s shadow predictions never prove perfectly accurate.
It’s just a simple thing. One day I casually drape my coat across the hook in my closet and there it stays through spring, summer and fall.
Then on a morning usually in November I stop deceiving myself into thinking that sweaters are enough to keep my teeth from chattering. I reach past my fall jacket in the closet, pull down that same wool coat from its trusty hook, slip my hands into the sleeves and dip my hand into the pocket.
Whatever I left there eight months before is what I’ll discover on that first pocket search of the winter season.
I’ve pulled out Mom-things, like pacifiers and baby socks (don’t all moms pop baby socks into pockets)? Grocery store receipts unfold like magician’s handkerchiefs—always one more emerges from hidden corners. There are pens and paper clips, ticket stubs, rocks for my daughter’s collection, hair clips and ponytail holders, cough drops, and maybe even tissues (unused, thankfully).
There’s generally little treasure among the trash. Mostly my life out and about with my kids consists of guiding them, protecting them, and holding their stuff, periodically dumping the overflow into my pockets when my hands are full.
That’s enough to make this girl happy dance in the middle of my closet.
Then, pulling myself together, I announce the news to my kids, post a happy-face announcement on Facebook and tell my husband the story later that night.
Discoveries, after all, are meant for sharing. They’re the kind of spill-all-over joy that we can’t keep quiet about.
Maybe that’s how the Shepherds felt standing on that darkened hillside with snoring sheep. Perhaps it even explains what the angels were doing, singing their praise songs in the night sky to an audience of somnolent herdsman about a Savior being born.
All of heaven exploded with the “good news that will cause great joy for all the people!” (Luke 2:9), the Messiah, the Lord. They couldn’t contain the excitement!
One angel made the announcement, but others crowded the sky and joined in the chorus: “Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praise God” (Luke 2:13).
The angel’s joyful news sent the shepherds tumbling all over themselves to see “this thing that has happened, which the Lord had told us about” (Luke 2:15).
When we hear good news, don’t we long to see with our own eyes, to experience this joy ourselves?
Won’t you, after hearing my story, dip your hand into your winter coat with a little more anticipation this year?
That’s what sharing our testimony of discovery does, it ignites passion, it incites curiosity, it encourages a searching and finding of the truth, the Savior, of salvation.
Then, when the shepherds found the manger and peered over the corners at the baby-King, “they spread the word concerning what had been told them about this child and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds said to them” (Luke 2:17-18).
They had discovered Jesus and no way could they keep that quiet.
No matter how many times Jesus asked those he healed in his ministry to keep quiet about it, still they rushed home and called up the local newspaper to tell their story. The blind can see, the lame can walk—how to hold that in?
Jesus himself finally told one man to, “Go home to your friends and tell them how much the Lord has done for you, and how he has had mercy on you” Mark 5:19.
Isn’t that the story for all of us?
Our testimonies of what God has done, the discoveries of how He’s been so good to us, those moments of amazing grace and unexpected mercy in the middle of the daily grind, are all meant to be shared with others.
That’s part of the joy, extending the celebration and encouraging others to go seek our God themselves, dig in His Word, trust in His promises. What they discover there will be worth shouting about and more cause for a happy dance than whatever treasures I pull from my coat pocket this November.
Today’s post is part of the October topic ‘Discovery’ by the ChristianWriters.com Blog Chain. You can click on the links on the right side of this page to read more articles in this series.
Heather King is a wife, mom, Bible Study teacher, writer for www.myfrienddebbie.com and worship leader. Most importantly, she is a Christ follower with a desire to help others apply the Bible to everyday life with all its mess, noise, and busyness. Her upcoming book, Ask Me Anything, Lord: Opening Our Hearts to God’s Questions, will be released in the Fall of 2013! To read more devotionals by Heather King, click here.
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