LIghts of Christmas

If I had to choose which holiday is my favorite, normally I'd say "Resurrection Sunday", as that celebrates the Savior overcoming death and the grave, which gives us hope eternal.

But you know, Christmas could easily be a tie. I'm learning to stop worrying about the commercialism, am almost over the fact that the true birthday of our Savior was more likely in July or August and am actually enjoying Christmas, the day that Christians celebrate the day that God cared enough about the human race to enter it in the form of a baby. Immanuel -- God with us. How wonderful God is, and how loving!

I love the Christmas music. Last week we went to one library for a hand bell Christmas concert. Last night, we went to a Christmas concert featuring a dulcimer player. It was wonderful singing and hearing songs celebrating the Lord Jesus!

Following the concert, we went in search of Christmas lights. We ended up at an establishment that goes all out to decorate their home, chocked full of all sorts of tinkling, blinking Christmas lights. They have a U-shaped driveway that takes you along through this Christmas wonderland, and it ends with a donation bin. Donations go to local charities. The children absolutely love the lights, and I marvel at them, too.

When Christmas ends, I end up missing those multi-colored lights with emblazon the night sky. As I pondered this, the realization hit me: maybe those lights remind me of the Light of the world, who came to dispel the darkness. It's amazing how the birth of a baby over 2000 years ago would impact the lives of countless people through the ages. But then, any time God is involved, you can rest assured that even the smallest event in His scheme of things can become utterly amazing to us, our families, our country, and our world.

Light of the world, You stepped down into darkness, opened our eyes and let us see.