One morning I set aside my morning Advent readings to help my young friend pack her car with suitcases and preschoolers for the long drive home to Texas. Before they left, I took the two-year old to the piano and we sat and played and sang songs together. At one point, the curly-headed toddler placed both of her tiny, pink hands on my hands and for a few moments, we were one – playing music together.

I looked down at those little hands resting on mine, felt the warmth of young tender flesh depending on me to play the notes, and it was then I experienced Advent worship.

How could it be? She was speeding west in her car seat, but those baby hands still lingered, resting on mine, comforting my soul. Like the baby’s hands in the manger that rest on a world of hurting experiences, that soft touch of God presents itself through my tiny houseguest for my own personal experience. And to think I could have missed that if I had remained upstairs in my studies.

Warren Wiersbe in his book Real Worship says:
“There is today such an emphasis on Bible knowledge that we are in danger of ignoring, or even opposing, personal spiritual experience. While we must not base our theology on experience, neither must we debase our theology by divorcing it from experience. If true worship is the response of the whole person to God, then we dare not neglect the emotions.”

Today, I challenge you to allow yourself a personal touch from God. Might they be the tender hands of a baby? Might they be the aging hands of a parent? Might they be the hands of a friend, or a teenager, a street person, or a sales clerk?

Who will depend on you to play the Christmas song for them?

“The Word became flesh, and dwelt among us, and we beheld His glory, glory as of the only begotten from the Father, full of grace and truth.” (John 1:14