Tonight my husband and I went for a ride to see Christmas lights, just to get out of the house. I love lights. On the short winter days when the darkness falls, it gives me great pleasure to see lots of lights on homes, because to me it is significant of what Jesus is to the world. He is the light of the world, and he sheds light into the darkest hours of our lives, first as glorious savoir, but then as the keeper of our souls. Christmas has always been more festive for me, to celebrate Him with lights.
We decorate with lights, on the eaves of our house and with the several spiral trees in the yard. And a few lights on the shrubs. I like it simple. But when I can I add a wreath high above our door, and something for the mailbox. This year we have the basics up but no wreath and no mailbox bow. While we were gone tonight, two boys rode up from the dark corner below us, and began to pull up my lighted trees, starting on the end near our drive because our car wasn't home. Luckily, my neighbor had stepped out on his porch and they had not seen him, but he ran them off, or more damage would have been done. They tossed the stars from atop my trees around the yard. My neighbor called and alerted me, saying she had tried to set them back up for me, but that they were tangled and she couldn't.
We had just left a neighborhood where most of the people on one short street had signs which read, "Jesus is the Reason for the Season." I had been thinking all night as we road around that same thought. How fitting I thought to finish our drive on the street which made it clear how they felt about it. I was trying to think about how I might put the same sentiment in my yard, just as my my neighbor called.
I have a dear friend who is dealing with a death in her family, and her testimony of peace has had me thinking all day about what if a baby had not been born, and angels had not come to sing to proclaim him "Christ the Lord", and declared "peace to all men." When we arrived home, and saw the trees lying on the ground, my first thought was relief that my neighbor had been out there to stop them from doing more. My second thought was a Thankful Prayer that no real damage was done. My third thought was, about how the daughter of a friend was constantly being blamed for such things elsewhere in my neighborhood, because of her mental illness when I knew she hasn't done some of the things mean children are blaming her for. I was delighted that if I hear about how she is accused of this act later, that I myself can vouch for her, knowing we have eye witnesses. But lastly, I thought, "Am I just numb, or do I really not feel any animosity toward these boys?" They need to know that Jesus is the reason for the season. He is why I put up my lights. They need this Jesus.
Then spake Jesus again unto them, saying, I am the light of the world: he that followeth me shall not walk in darkness, but shall have the light of life. John 8:12
When I looked back toward the darkness, I thought, "This is how ole Satan sneaks in to rattle our cage." He comes out of the darkness and can not stand the light. He would do whatever to make us believe that the light has no meaning. But no matter what those boys might have done to disrupt my lights of celebration, they can't remove the generator of the light in my soul. Tearing my lights down doesn't in anyway undo Christmas. So even though annoying, all I really want to do is pray for them, and have more determination to get that message in my yard. My lights aren't a celebration of frivolousness and fun, they are because they mean something to me.
He shall be driven from light into darkness, and chased out of the world. (Satan's day will come.) Job 18:18
I have always wanted angels in my yard as well. But I haven't found the right ones. I couldn't help but think, I guess I don't need the ones made of lights when you have the real thing. LOL
I have an obligation to let the light of Christ shine through me. Now more than ever, I want to convey that at Christmas, and I want to find a way to do it...starting with my front lawn.
Ye are the light of the world. A city that is set on an hill cannot be hid. Matthew 5:14
Thank you Jesus, for taking care of my decorations. I know they aren't worth so much that I should be angry about them being messed with. But you know how meaningful they are to me. How they remind me of the coming of the angels to announce your birth, of you, who came to be the light of the world, of how you bring light into the darkest hours of my life. YOU know my heart. My Christmas isn't focused on the stuff. Thank you for keeping me focused on YOU, the reason I celebrate this season. AMEN