By Judy Villanueva
Jesus spoke to the people again. He said, “I am the light of the world. Anyone who follows me will never walk in darkness. They will have that light. They will have life.” (John 8:12)
“Daddy’s home! Tell him I’ve fallen asleep!” mom said with a wry smile, as she pushed back the recliner and closed her eyes. The four of us kids met dad at the door with excited giggles, pointing to mom and reporting that she was sound asleep. Then we all watched as this beautiful ritual unfolded, where dad would playfully say, “What? Mom is asleep? How can that be?” He would then walk over and give her a kiss amidst an eruption of laughter. We would watch as mom opened her eyes to find her prince at her side and, believe me, none of us missed the look that passed between them! It spoke to us of love and made a lasting deposit that filled our hearts with smiles! The love my parents shared was a whisper of True Love, steadfast, safe and sure…and, this silly little game drew us all into the happy celebration of it!
Rituals of love! They are the things we do to celebrate life, the ways we act out our gratitude and love.
It is how we mark moments and help ourselves remember the gifts we’ve been given.
Every year, Christians all over the world gather in anticipation of the Christ child. We shop, hang lights, bake cookies and play sparkly melodies that help us celebrate the birth of Hope. And, standing conspicuously right alongside are our losses, dashed dreams and disappointments. They can make us want to turn away from the joy of the season and retreat to quiet places. Reality can sometimes be harsh and painful. How desperately we need God’s Love to touch our real lives, in both the brightest and most broken places!
Whether it is lighting one candle or stringing a thousand colored lights, there is ONE Truth worth whatever it takes to rouse, remember, and celebrate.
TRUE Love has come and His name is Jesus!
He is what we spend our lifetimes searching for, that thing we hope for as we tear open packages, the ONE we seek when we clamor to fill our lives with people, things, and meaningful causes. He is the hero we hoped would come!
Jesus IS the happy ending, the best story ever told — the Reality of TRUE love!
At 84 and 89, my parent’s love still offers its sweet blessings, even amidst life’s changes and challenges. When I see mom’s posted notes around the house that help dad orient to the day, or watch them as they sit side by side in recliners, or peek over when they exchange “sweet nothings,” I can still see that look pass between them. It points so gently beyond their love to the Love that came and gave all it had to have us for Christmas!
“Jesus, you are the best story I’ve ever heard and your love seems too good to be true. But, it’s true! Thank you, Lord, for finding me, for coming to this world, for making a WAY for me to be Yours. Amen.”
What about you?
Do you know the One who came to find you?
Do you recognize the ways you clamor to fill your heart with something you can’t quite name?
How do you mark moments and help yourself remember the gifts you’ve been given?
Celebrate! Remember! Light a candle! Hang a thousand lights and ACT OUT your gratitude for the greatest gift ever given!
Merry Christmas!
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