What can I say? I love, love, love the shortest day of the year. I can turn on the Christmas lights earlier in the day. I only had to walk the spoiled labs girls 3 times instead of 4 or 5 – after all – once it is dark, they curl into their favorite spots and start to snore. (I can barely get them outside to do their business before I go to bed.) And best yet – – – hope flies up out of the pit of my stomach shouting: “Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow – darkness starts to lose it’s hold on the world.”
Gotta love it when Light puts her dainty, little foot down, and darkness starts whining as she drags her big, clod-hopper feet backwards.
“The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it”~Jn1:5
It was one of those busy days that wasn’t the one I planned, but exactly the one I needed. The lab girls and I worked outside – well – I worked while they sat exactly in my way, dropping the ball and begging for me to throw it one more time. Wrapped presents – one of my dreaded Christmas chore. I am not the world’s greatest wrapper. I get impatient and want to bang my head against the nearest wall most of the time. I think next year, everyone gets a beautifully decorated bagged gift instead. Thus, to regain my peace, I grabbed on of my older Christmas books and sat down by the gas logs. This book, read so often, it’s outside binding has lost its color and outer shell of protection. Published in 1937, Home for Christmas by Lloyd C. Douglas is the story about a grown family that decides to reunite in their childhood home sans spouses and offspring to spend one more Christmas as they did as children.
“Your homes too, as I remember them, were similarly blest by the uninquiring confidence of parents to whom faith was the substance of their dearest hopes and sufficient evidence of things unseen.”~p.104
Towards the end, Douglas, who wrote The Robe, Magnificent Obsession, The Big Fisherman (to name a few), hit the premise of this tiny book.We all just need to come home. Come home to the heart of Christmas. It seems to me – and even Douglas in 1937 – as if the bustle of our technologically savvy world, a gazillion choices of anything we think we desire, and the bright disco ball of colors dazzling and blinding our eyes in this world in which we live, we tend to gloss over or stray a little farther from the real “Home” of Christmas.
“…if all the great musical composers were met in conclave to decide which of all the immortal songs had stirred mankind to its best endeavors, they would unanimously vote for the anthem of peace chanted one night above the Plains of Bethlehem…”p.105
As always, Douglas hits my spiritual sweet spot. It is why I have kept several of his books sitting on my bookshelves since high school. In my retirement move to the South, I purged a majority of my personal library; however, Douglas was one of those writers that traveled South with me. Wisdom comes in many ways – even in books written long ago.
“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.”~Jn1:1
A friend and I were talking about all the theories surrounding the birth of Christ. The date (December or Nissan 1 or Feast of Tabernacles) – the place (a cave or a stable or a family room that animals shared in the typical Jewish home) – why Our Father chose the richest and the poorest to pay tribute to a baby born in Bethlehem – swaddling clothes richly embroidered rather than rags…….details that are fun to debate, but when it comes down to it, but just that – physical pinpoints of our world. What we really need is to go to the eternal heart of it all –
the “Home” of Christmas –
a tiny baby named Yeshua –
Whose name means “He who saves”.
“He was in the beginning with God. All things were made through him, and without him was not anything made that was made. In him was life,and the life was the light of men”~Jn1:2-4
3 more days till I need to be Home for Christmas. [Google images]