Friday, January 18, 2008

Grab Bag Friday: Anton's Angels

It's my mom's birthday today, so I wanted to post a sweet story that will make her smile. Well, it doesn't get much sweeter than this...

Remember the video I made of Little Drummer Boy? Well, back in November, 8-year-old Anton and his father emailed me all the way from Düsseldorf/Germany. They had come across the video on YouTube (don't ask me how...there are almost 1500 versions of that song on YouTube!) and Anton wanted to play snare drum to *my* version at his school's Christmas party. I didn't have a recording of the song, so I ripped the audio from the video & sent them an mp3.

So just before Christmas, Anton sent this picture as a thank you. His father said the concert was a big success, and the poem Anton chose for his picture is about "Angels being around where you don't expect them and not necessarily having good looks." How awesome is *that*? I've put it up in my office, and it makes me smile every time I see it. (You can click on the picture to see a bigger version and all its terrific detail.)

As I always say, it's the little things that make the biggest impact. Thanks, Anton!

p.s. My friend Amy just did a rough translation of the poem for me. It goes like this (thanks, Amy!):

They don't have to be men with wings, the angels.

They go lightly, they don't have to shout,
often they are old and ugly and small,
the angels.
They have no sword, no white robe,
the angels.
He has brought bread to the hungry, the angel.
He has made the bed for the sick,
and he listens, when you call, in the night,
the angel.
He stands in the way and says: No,
the angel.
large like a stake and strong as stone,
they don't have to be men with wings, the angels.

3 comments:

Kate said...

Adorable!

Red Fish Circle said...

What a great story. Isn't it amazing how far a reach you can have these days via the internet? So sweet. Love those drawings.

peggy said...

What an inspirational story! How do you like God's fine design in this "Anton's Angels" story! This was truly my kind of birthday gift.
I shall treasure this story.
No distance is too great for God.

As the old song goes, something like this...
"Precious memories, unseen angels, sent from Heaven to our heart..."
God bless you and God bless little Anton!