- Posted December 20, 2013 by
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Where is my home?
Home for the holidays
When I was growing up I used to dream about having one of those “Walton” families Christmas’s. You know the ones where the house is full of aunts and uncles and grandparents and cousins. My father’s military life never allowed for such holidays for us. The only real Christmas I remember as a child was the year my grandfather showed up swooping in like Santa with lots of packages. I had never met him before and would not see him again until many years later but for that one Christmas he was a wonderful surprise.
Going home for Christmas took different meanings as I grew up and married. Our Christmas’s began to consist of piling children into the car and heading south to their grandma and grandpa’s house. Christmas at the little country Open Bible Church took on a whole new look a few years ago when the church moved into a fancy new building. It didn’t feel quite the same and we missed the ringing of the old church bell. Then one Christmas three years ago the new church felt like home. It had a great deal to do with the sheep, the angel and a very special wise man, my father in law.
The holidays always stirs the heart for places and people who have filled my life with meaning. A few years ago God added to my family with students who came from Egypt and Pakistan. I wasn’t sure what to do about the Christmas holidays but you know God always works things out before we can think them through.
That Christmas we loaded up the car as we always did and headed home to mom and dads for the holidays. The snow started falling and that night we made it just in time for the church nativity. The angels waited, the wise man stood in his place and we shared it with students who were so very far from their own home and families.
This year our wise man has gone on to his eternal home. My students have returned across the oceans to their home countries, the church will start the nativity tonight and I can’t be there. But all is well. The manger is still waiting and the wise men still point towards home.