My guys left the house Wednesday afternoon wearing hunter’s orange and carrying three tags.
But they only filled one tag, and it came home attached to an evergreen.
So now we have a Christmas tree in our living room, cut from the backside of Blacktail Mountain. (I told them not to come home if it wasn’t the perfect tree. They said they almost had to stay in a hotel room for the night, until they spotted it.)
Tonight we’ll pull out the Rubbermaid and plug in the strands of bulbs to make sure they work. We’ll wrap them round and round and round. We’ll hang crystal ornaments and drape tinsel threads one by one. The kids will D.J. an eclectic mix of Christmas music until we have genre whiplash. Then will be the moment when the momma makes hot chocolate with peppermint melted in it, the house lights go down, and the Christmas tree lights are plugged in.
But right now the tree is dark.
Like my insides. I’ve been so busy, since I was hired to teach Spanish in August, that I’ve been spending time with Jesus the way a 12-year-old boy spends time cleaning his room.
I’ve been feeling lonely –the kind of lonely that being in a room full of people can’t soothe.
An unlit soul.
About Jesus we read:
In him was life, and that life was the light of men. The light shines in the darkness… (John 1:5 NIV)
We can get busy, busy, busy, busy. No time for being filled. No time for depth of relationship that brings meaning to what we do all day long. Before the tree trimming, we need Jesus, wrapped round and round and round and round.
Can you carve out some time to spend with the light of men today?