O Christmas tree…

Does anything tell the story of your family quite like a Christmas tree? Every ornament hung is a memory of a moment in time, a silly token from a family vacation, a gift from a person who is gone, a treasured memento made by tiny hands.

Up close you can clearly see each individual ornament. Like memories, some are sparkly and beautiful and almost perfect while some are so ugly only you could love them. They are made of paper, pipe cleaners, and dried noodles your kid made with entirely too much glue. They are the ones from your parents attic with your dog’s name from 1984 and are yellowed with age and that funky attic smell. Yet, we don’t discard those. We don’t even hang those at the back of the tree…well, maybe just a few of them when your kids aren’t looking. Every year we unwrap each individual one and proudly hang them for all to see. They are all carefully placed on the branches so the tiny lights can shine through.

Have you ever noticed when you take a picture of your entire tree, you can barely make out the individual ornaments? You really only see this big tree with hundreds of tiny lights blurring in all directions.

Did you get that?

When you step back, the Light shining through is more than all the moments of our story.

Maybe you are looking forward to this merry and bright season.

Maybe you are so close to a particular moment or piece of your story that you can’t see the light anymore. It’s gotten so dark.

Step back, friend. Just step back.

You will see the Light. I promise. It’s there.

Again Jesus spoke to them, saying, “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will not walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.” John 8:12

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