Love Came Down at Christmas
posted on December 20
The house is about 100 years old. It shows. It’s my grandpa and grandma Morphis’ house, the one I had the privilege of growing up in. Memories and life’s lessons that I learned from my grandparents and this ole house still warms the cockles of my heart. Little did I know that as a carefree little girl playing in and around this house that it would one day be mine, that bittersweet memories would caress me daily as I continue to create more sweet memories. In my daily tête-à-tête with my three best friends, God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit, I gaze around this ole house that is filled with pictures, mementos, memories of family past, present, yes, future, and I feel love. It makes no mind that the floors are somewhat off plumb (as I am), or that the ceilings are precariously sagging a bit (ahem), or that the roof springs an occasion leak (ditto), it’s home, my home. And it covers me with such a love that comforts me inexplicably.
During Advent as I delight in my family Christmas tree in this ole house stocked full of life and love, I am moved once again as I am reminded that an incredible Love came down at Christmas and moved into this ole house and the neighborhood…
This is how God showed his love among us: He sent his one and only Son into the world that we might live through him. This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins. And so we know and rely on the love God has for us. God is love. Whoever lives in love lives in God, and God in them.
1 John 4:9-10;16 (NIV)
True Love. Everlasting Love. Agape Love. Amazing Love. And it’s ours for the taking regardless of the neighborhood we live in or the condition of our home. Thanks be to God!
Slightly off plumb, a bit saggy, and a teeny leaky, I wait in love.
Come, Lord Jesus, come.
Kim Eller, District Lay Leader
Northern Piedmont District