The last few weekends before Thanksgiving, my days are consumed with getting the Christmas lights on the house. Since I was a teenager, I have loved decorating the house with lights. For me, there is something exciting about making the house shine and glow for the Christmas season.
For eleven months of the year, the house always looks the same. But for one month, the house is adorned with bright light in awe of Christ’s birth. Just to make things clear, I am not Clark Griswold. The lights on the roof are straight, all burnt out bulbs replaced. The bushes and trees are filled with a solid color of light.
All the lights are hung with a purpose. The colors chosen for a reason. The work is not for me, but a gift to everyone who sees the lights. My family can enjoy the lights and take pride in our house. The neighbors can enjoy the colorful and festive gift.
This year, I finished the lights while my daughter and wife were out shopping. When they returned home from their day of fighting the crowd, the lights were on. My wife pulled her car into the garage and turned off the engine. My daughter, having caught a glimpse of the lights as the car pulled into the garage, quickly unclicked her seatbelt and ran to the end of the driveway. As she reached the end of the driveway, she stopped and turned. Her eyes wide with excitement and her hands covering her mouth, she let out a loud squeal of joy. She then said the words that meant the most to me “Daddy, I love it!”
At that moment, all the hard work was made complete. The gift had been given.
Have you thought about the house God is preparing for you? Do you think you will see all of the work He is putting into the house and be overwhelmed with joy?
Are you ready to live your life in a way to honor His gift?
2 My Father’s house has many rooms; if that were not so, would I have told you that I am going there to prepare a place for you? 3 And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am.