A few years ago, a house in our neighborhood set up a display of Christmas lights in their yard. Beautiful white and colored bulbs adorned dozens of bushes and trees around the home. Our children oohed and ahhed every time we drove past the bright, twinkly lights just down the road. December 25 came and went, but the lights stayed. New Year’s rolled around, followed by Epiphany. The lights remained in the yard, and not only that, they were switched on every evening at dusk. I would drive by the house on the way home at night and wonder why they hadn’t been taken down and placed back in the garage with all the other decorations. “Don’t they know it’s almost February?” I would grumble to myself. “How tacky.”
Then one cold, winter night, just before the calendar turned to March, I drove home after a particularly stressful day at work. I was mentally exhausted. I was discouraged. And wouldn’t you know it? Those lights were blinking in the darkness. It was at that moment that it struck me. Those lights represent what we are called to be as Christians. Long after the manger scene has been taken down from the mantle and carefully wrapped in tissue paper, long after the radio has stopped playing Christmas carols and the sanctuary is no longer hung with greens, we are called to be the light to a very dark world. The joy of this season is to be with us every day, in every corner of our lives. So this year, remember to carry the light of Christmas into the new year and beyond. For there is much darkness in our world and together we can bring the light of Christ to those who need it most.
Prayer: Almighty and Everlasting God, help us to carry the light of Christmas in our hearts all year long. Amen. -Caroline Lamar From the Church Street Advent Devotion Book, 2013