In the bleak midwinter – what can I give him?

IMG_1110-001My Wednesday Advent devotional (Day-11) is built around a song. It’s my favorite Christmas carol, In The Bleak Midwinter, and I’m doing a very un-author-ish thing today, by singing it for you.

OK, for those of you who didn’t immediately bail, leave this page, and go on to read your next-favorite blogger, here’s the link to my YouTube rendition of the song. The arrangement is by James Taylor; the singing is unmistakably me; the guitar – not so bad.

(It’s also appropriate because this morning Scout and I discovered “crunchy grass.” I remember it from several decades ago, but for the dog it was a brand new “midwinter” experience.)

James Taylor, taken when we saw him perform in Tampa
James Taylor, taken when we saw him perform in Tampa

GIFTS: The tune, written by Gustav Holtz, is a penetratingly beautiful melody. But it’s the words, especially the last stanza, that always grab me.

“What can I bring him, empty as I am? If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb; if I were a wise-man, I would know my part; What then can I give him? I must give my heart….”

Much of our attention during the Advent season seems to wander into the realm of gift-giving. “What can I give ________ ?” It’s always the big question, and there’s all sorts of help available to provide an answer:

  • Catalogs
  • TV ads
  • Magazines and newspapers
  • Recommendations
  • Billboards
  • Radio commercials
  • Internet pop-ups… etc  –

it’s an overwhelming avalanche of information!

WHAT CAN I GIVE? It’s not that we’re not generous. Most of us even make very creditable efforts to give to charitable causes, especially around the holidays.

DSC_0023But the question that’s left hanging, the important query posed by In The Bleak Midwinter, is “What can I give ‘HIM.'”

That is my devotional thought for the day. “What can I give HIM, empty as I am?” And the answer, crystal clear and loaded with the signal imperative of the season, is this: “I must give my heart.”

2 comments

  1. AMEN Derek…

    Psalm 51:17, My sacrifice, O God, is [Or The sacrifices of God are] a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart you, God, will not despise.

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