Then God said, “Let there be light.”
At Christmas time, like no other season, light finds its way into our lives. Brilliantly and demurely. Quickly and slowly. Colorful and white. Twinkling and still. As I write today, I’m sitting by my Christmas tree that’s laced with tiny white lights. This morning I lit a fragrant candle. All around me the trappings of Christmas, not as many as before, but reminders of Christmas.
The wise men followed the light, a star in the heavens. The search for light in a dark time leads one on many quests. This year renders many examples of individuals seeking a bright path, a new job, a different direction, hoping to follow the way to light, to a rewarding future. Sometimes the light, the sign, is dim especially in the bustle of life, but once a soul is still in the darkness the light glows as on a tree in an otherwise dark room. That is my favorite time—at peace with the stillness bathed in the dim rays. That is my favorite time—at peace with the stillness, bathed in the dim rays.
Jesus said, “I am the light.” One does not need to follow any other way to the truth. When the way seems dark peer a little closer. Catch that flicker of peace and hope. Jesus is Immanuel, God with us. Light can beam from other sources: a hymn, a word, a verse of Scripture, a gift, a smile, a shared moment.
This Christmas I seek the light, reaching for the peace of the Light of the World. “O Come, Lord Jesus.”
Do you have a source of light that draws you to rest in its glow?
I like to watch Christmas lights and just be happy in this season. I have some candles beside my nativity scene which make me reflect on their meaning.
I love your nativity! I can picture you beside it.