In a worship-committee meeting, much debate occurred about the minimum age for acolytes. “If kids can’t reach the pulpit to place the Bible, then they shouldn’t be allowed to carry it,” some said. Others complained that young participants didn’t carry the candlelighter straight enough or that their childish delight seemed irreverent. The conversation seemed to overshadow the central question: “Who gets to serve?” Does God’s calling have limits? Shouldn’t our faithful, joyful hearts, not our talents or abilities, define the quality of our service? Perhaps we can learn from the child standing eagerly in the back of the sanctuary, clutching the candlelighter and asking, “Can I help God?” I don’t want to be the one to tell him no.
In the same region there were some shepherds staying out in the fields and keeping watch over their flock at night. And an angel of the Lord suddenly stood near them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them; and they were terribly frightened. And so the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid; for behold, I bring you good news of great joy which will be for all the people; for today in the city of David there has been born for you a Savior, who is Christ the Lord. — Luke 2:8-11 (NASV)