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The wandering wise man

December 5, 2011 by Billy Coffey 20 Comments

IMG_2163What you see to the right is the last remnants of the Coffey family’s most cherished Christmas tradition—the Wandering Wise Man. Dropped earlier this afternoon by two very excited hands and onto the ceramic tile of the bathroom floor. May he rest in pieces.

In order for me to fully explain the enormity of this event, I need to tell you about before. About three Christmases ago, when we were unpacking lights and ornaments and garland. And, most importantly, our manger scene.

My daughter was the self-appointed Nativity Setter-Upper, and it was a task she approached with the utmost holiness and care. Animals were positioned first, then shepherds and angels, Mary and Joseph, and then Baby Jesus. The wise men came last. Three of them usually.

But that year, there were only two.

We rooted through boxes and overturned ottomans and scoured the dark places beneath the television stand. Nothing. Which meant Daddy had to climb back into the attic with a flashlight and a prayer. Both worked. I found him upside down and backwards in a corner guarded by a hairy-looking spider. Problem solved.

But then a thought occurred to me. One about how we all seek Christ but sometimes get turned around and lost, and how it’s important to keep looking anyway. I put the wise man in my pocket, walked downstairs, and said nothing.

A while later my son happened to walk down the hallway and see the wise man in the middle of the floor along with a note—Have you seen Baby Jesus? By the time he ran back into the living room to summon the rest of the family, it had moved again. This time to my daughter’s bedroom.

“Guess he fell out of the box when we put the Nativity back in the attic last year,” I said. “Now he’s gotta find Jesus before Christmas.”

Thus the Wandering Wise Man was born.

He has miraculously emerged every year since in the weeks before Christmas, moving daily—often more than once—from room to room in search of the Savior. It is as far as I can tell the best idea I’ve ever had. The kids are so engrossed in his progress that come Christmas morning they head to the Nativity first and the tree second, just to make sure he’s reached his destination.

Earlier tonight the wise man appeared by the sink in the bathroom, where he was found by my daughter. In her excitement to spread the news, she knocked the figure to the floor. He shattered into a hundred pieces.

She did, too.

I found her on the bathroom floor cupping as many shards as she could find into her hand.

“I broke the wise man,” she sobbed. “I ruined everything!”

Uh-oh.

I gathered her off the floor and passed her to my wife, who took her to the living room for some rocking chair therapy. I snuck away long enough to swipe another wise man from the Nativity, scribble a new note, and place both at her bedside.

She found them a while later. Christmas was saved.

I checked in on her a bit ago before heading off to bed. Beside the wise man was a note written in seven-year-old scribble:

Dear 2nd wiseman thank you for showing up. I’m so sorry for hurting your friend.

I smiled. Both at the words and the little girl who wrote them. Then I took a pen from my pocket, turned the note over, and wrote a reply:

Please don’t be upset. Everyone makes mistakes. We’ll always love you, the wise men.

I’m pretty sure that note won’t mend her broken heart, but it might be enough to get the needle and thread going. Sometimes that’s all you can hope for.

Because the lessons that count the most also tend to hurt the most. Lessons like the one my daughter learned today. No matter how careful we are, we still break stuff. And not just wise men. Hearts, promises, trust, and dreams, too.

No matter how hard we try, we still make a mess sometimes. We still shatter the sacred and the special, leaving nothing but the shards of what was once whole that we’re forced to pick up through our tears.

Thankfully, the One whom the wise men seek doesn’t believe in everything being ruined. He’s in the business of putting together and making new.

And like my daughter’s wise men, He’ll always love us.

Filed Under: children, Christmas, encouragement, family, love

Missing Jesus

December 7, 2009 by Billy Coffey 10 Comments

IMG_2040Decorating for Christmas is serious stuff around here, and generally a task that requires much in the way of planning and aesthetic talent to pull off just right. The props to this little extravaganza vary from house to house and taste to taste, but the basics are always there.

There is always a tree of course, usually positioned in front of the living room window. At least one tree in the front yard will be adorned with lights. Battery-powered candles may or may not be lit in the windows, but a wreath will always be on the front door.

And there is always the Nativity scene.

Always.

At least it’s that way at my house. 

The Nativity is the centerpiece of Christmas for us, represented in physical form by forty dollars worth of plastic bought at Walmart. We have lights and candles and a wreath, we have a tree in the living room window, but it’s still not Christmas without a 60 watt bulb making Baby Jesus shine.

You can imagine the alarm, then, the sheer panic, that resulted when our Baby Jesus went missing last week.

To hear the story, jump on over to katdish’s blog. And if you happen to have your own Nativity and live in a place that is rather windy, take my advice–make sure you don’t let it all blow away…

Filed Under: Christmas, faith, Uncategorized

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