Anyone that knows my step-father, Larry, knows he is always whistling, humming, or singing. He’s led a life that has known great hardships, and joys. Something else that may not be as obvious is his incredible consistency.

I believe his life has been a ‘tune’ that is whistled, hummed or sang in his heart and mind. I find myself whistling, or humming all the time, and my kids have started in too. Our hearts are designed to sing out, and its amazing how much better life is when you can sing once in a while in spite of the valleys.

During this season, I hear a lot of music everywhere I go. I love hear traditional Christmas music in stores. Hark the Herald Angels Sing, Away in a Manger, Oh Come Let Us Adore Him, are just a few. The one that really brings a smile to my face is “Little Drummer Boy” though. The reason it always seems to catch my attention is because it reminds me of Larry. I remember him lighting up whenever he’d hear it, then continue to hum it for the next three weeks. He always said it was one of his favorites. I hope you’ve taken the time to listen closely to the lyrics, they are rather neat:

Come they told me, pa rum pum pum pum
A new born King to see, pa rum pum pum pum
Our finest gifts we bring, pa rum pum pum pum
To lay before the King, pa rum pum pum pum,
rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,

So to honor Him, pa rum pum pum pum,
When we come.

Little Baby, pa rum pum pum pum
I am a poor boy too, pa rum pum pum pum
I have no gift to bring, pa rum pum pum pum
That’s fit to give the King, pa rum pum pum pum,
rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,

Shall I play for you, pa rum pum pum pum,
On my drum?

Mary nodded, pa rum pum pum pum
The ox and lamb kept time, pa rum pum pum pum
I played my drum for Him, pa rum pum pum pum
I played my best for Him, pa rum pum pum pum,
rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,

Then He smiled at me, pa rum pum pum pum
Me and my drum.

A story about a poor boy, who wants to come meet the King. Others are bringing the finest gifts, but he doesn’t have anything fit for a King, so he plays his drum the best he can for his King. Its a simple song, and appropriately conveys something so simple. A poor boy has nothing to earn the favor of the King of Kings, but he still does his best anyhow.

Larry has been consistently keeping time, pa rum pum pum pum, as long as I have know him. He has consistently loved and honored my mother, stood by the same set of morals and beliefs, and honored me and my younger brother by fathering us as though we were his own.

Most importantly, he has honored his King by playing his drum the best he can, tirelessly in near perfect time.

I’m so thankful that I’ve had such a great teacher. Life is so inconsistent, I feel like its impossible to keep that beat going sometimes, but his example is an inspiration, so I’ll keep trying, and hopefully, I’ll be able to keep in step more often.