Beat Dreams is a community committed to our faith. We believe like the little drummer boy that Christ is the king and we love who he is and what he does for us. We want to build out free resources to help people grow up in their faith and enhance all leaders in all churches to work together to change the nations through a network of church leaders, national gatherings, training events and resources. Giving God all the glory he deserves.
To enable this to happen there are people and teams all across the nation pushing this common vision. All this requires time, investment and application of the gifts God has given to each of us.
Why Beat Dreams
We know about the shepherds keeping watch by night, and then the magi from the east who came to Jerusalem. We know about the innkeeper who told Mary and Joseph there wasn’t any room, and we know about Herod’s proclamation to kill the male babies of Bethlehem.
But then there’s the little drummer boy, the fictitious character of the popular Christmas song originally titled “Carol of the Drum” and was published by Davis as based upon a traditional Czech carol in 1941. It was first recorded in 1955. This drummer is, of course, not in the biblical story, but his character, his desire to worship, his want to tell the Christ story is now legendary in our modern Christmas tales. And we can learn from him.
So the Song Goes
At a casual listen, though, the song is so simple, and clouded with so many pa-rum-pa-pum-pums, that it’s not immediately obvious what’s going on.
The song opens, as the drummer boy narrates, with the magi recruiting him to join their journey to see Jesus. “Come, they [the magi] told me . . . a newborn King to see . . . our finest gifts to bring.”
Apparently, the drummer boy agrees to come along, and the lyrics fast-forward to him gathered around the young Jesus, acknowledging his poverty, admitting he has no gift to bring that’s really fit for a king. But he does have this drum. And so he asks, “Shall I play for you?” To which Mary nods her approval, and then the drummer boy plays, and plays his best. Then Jesus smiles. Pa rum pa pum pum — which is clearly French for felix navidad.
Me and My Drum
At this point, even though we know this isn’t historical, we know it could have happened (but in no way are we suggesting it did, just putting on our imagine that hat). In fact, in different forms, this sort of scenario has played over and over for thousands of years. Worshipers of Jesus (like the magi) compel their neighbours (like the drummer boy) to consider Jesus — to come and see him, as it were. And when the neighbours do, if they would believe, a moment happens when they realize their bankruptcy is exposed. They see Jesus and comprehend his glory, and then they look at themselves: But I am broken. I am empty and poor. I’ve got nothing to bring this King that even comes close to representing the honour that is due him. All I have is this drum. (writing skill, finances, time, care, song writing abilities… you get the idea)
This is how it begins for all of us. I am that little drummer boy, and so are you. Before we can be the magi inviting others to come along, we’re the ones who feel completely inadequate, and unworthy to come before the king. If we would see Jesus, and understand his significance, His grace and his gift, wouldn’t we all sense our own inadequacies? All we have is this drum (ability to create websites). What in the world could ever be enough for this King? We’ve just got this drum, so we ask, do you want that? Do you want this stupid drum? And he says, Yes, bring your drum, play your drum, people will hear you. I will hear you.
And so we play it for him, and we play our best for him. For me, I can barely hold a beat. I instantly think of the Youtube video of the guy in the New York Subway who kills it on a bunch of plastic cans. I can’t do that! Give me a snare drum and some sticks and I can do a march. That’s it.
That’s when Jesus says, that’s enough. What you do isn’t what is important. It’s that you do it, for me, out of love.
I understand your grace now Jesus. It’s whole, I am not. AND you accept me anyways. That is absolutely amazing. I could go on and on about grace and its amazing qualities to redeem sick, ugly people like me. But I’ll stop here. And say, I’ve chosen the drummer boy to be the symbol of my faith because it’s true for all of us. Our gifts, no matter how small or insignificant we see them as, our seen by Jesus as true gifts. Start drumming your drum too. Jesus is waiting.