In 1971 we had twenty-eight family members at home for Christmas. You should have seen the scramble my Dad and Mom had to manage in order to make room for that many kids, grandkids, and in-laws. Somehow, Dad pulled it off by borrowing mattresses, clearing out clutter and managing the available space. I ended up sleeping on the floor of the kitchen in an upstairs apartment we rented out. Lynn had to sleep in the same room with Mom and Dad, and the others … we just made room.
We made room!
We, you and I, are going to be busy these next few weeks. We’ve got turkeys and hams to bake, pies to make, cards to sign, checks to write and debit cards to swipe. We’re gonna be busy.
And in all of that – will we still make room for the important – the critical piece of it all?
I have been reflecting on a Christmas carol this morning. The words say it this way:
“Lord, You left your throne
and your kingly crown
when you came
to this earth for me
But in Bethlehem’s home
there was found no room
For thy Holy nativity"
"O come to my heart Lord Jesus
There is room in my heart for Thee”
What a sad tale to tell if, come December 26, we did not make a space for a few minutes with the Light of the World – Jesus, the Son of God.
The cards are nice.
The songs are joyful.
The food is delicious.
The family times are priceless.
And the moments with The Greatest Gift of Heaven are eternal.
Words of Hope
One Word at a Time