One of my favorite Christmas stories is the story of The Littlest Angel. Until this year I had assumed that everyone in the world knew about The Littlest Angel but its not so. My husband is one of the unfortunates who had never heard the story. This year I obtained a dvd of one of its many versions. This particular one was the TV special I remembered from my childhood. I’ll tell the story just in case there are others who have never heard this lovely story.
Back in the days just before Jesus was born, a small shepherd boy died. He went to Heaven but he felt so lost. He had loved his Earth life and Heaven was nothing like earth. He felt out of place and although he tried very hard to fit in, he just kept getting in everyone’s way. He was sad and lonely. He especially missed his “treasure” box. It was an old wooden box filled with things a little boy would treasure. It had a bird’s feather, a blue robin’s egg, some unusual stones and a few other things. He loved it with all his heart.
He was very persistent about wanting to go back to earth to get his precious box. A kind angel who knew how hard the young boy had been trying let him go back to retrieve his treasure. He was happier now that he had his box but a new dilemma presented itself. The Son of God was about to be born. Everyone in Heaven was busy preparing special gifts for the Christ child.
The littlest angel was in despair. What could he give? He had nothing good enough to give to God. As he watched the others give their gifts, he thought hard. The only thing he had was his treasure box. He loved it but it wasn’t good enough for God’s son, was it? It was what he loved the best…..it was all he had….yes…he would give the baby his box….the thought made him happier but as he waited for his turn he began to doubt. The other gifts were so glorious. All he had was his old wooden box.
His turn finally came. He held out his small box. God took it, raised it up so that all could see and said, “This is the best gift of all. Our littlest angel gave the things he loved the most, things that my Son will love, too, as a little boy.” And then He placed the simple wooden box filled with treasure and given with love high in the sky. It became the North Star…..the guiding star…the star of Jesus.
I love this story!! I think that we all feel like the littlest angel at times. Nothing we have to give to God is good enough. We don’t fit in. We compare our worst to others best and always fall short and yet……God takes what we have to offer, adds to it and suddenly something amazing happens, something glorious. That’s the view from my side of the street, what’s yours?
Back in the days just before Jesus was born, a small shepherd boy died. He went to Heaven but he felt so lost. He had loved his Earth life and Heaven was nothing like earth. He felt out of place and although he tried very hard to fit in, he just kept getting in everyone’s way. He was sad and lonely. He especially missed his “treasure” box. It was an old wooden box filled with things a little boy would treasure. It had a bird’s feather, a blue robin’s egg, some unusual stones and a few other things. He loved it with all his heart.
He was very persistent about wanting to go back to earth to get his precious box. A kind angel who knew how hard the young boy had been trying let him go back to retrieve his treasure. He was happier now that he had his box but a new dilemma presented itself. The Son of God was about to be born. Everyone in Heaven was busy preparing special gifts for the Christ child.
The littlest angel was in despair. What could he give? He had nothing good enough to give to God. As he watched the others give their gifts, he thought hard. The only thing he had was his treasure box. He loved it but it wasn’t good enough for God’s son, was it? It was what he loved the best…..it was all he had….yes…he would give the baby his box….the thought made him happier but as he waited for his turn he began to doubt. The other gifts were so glorious. All he had was his old wooden box.
His turn finally came. He held out his small box. God took it, raised it up so that all could see and said, “This is the best gift of all. Our littlest angel gave the things he loved the most, things that my Son will love, too, as a little boy.” And then He placed the simple wooden box filled with treasure and given with love high in the sky. It became the North Star…..the guiding star…the star of Jesus.
I love this story!! I think that we all feel like the littlest angel at times. Nothing we have to give to God is good enough. We don’t fit in. We compare our worst to others best and always fall short and yet……God takes what we have to offer, adds to it and suddenly something amazing happens, something glorious. That’s the view from my side of the street, what’s yours?
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