I’ll be home for Christmas


I’ve spoken this word in a vocal text into my smart phone and it never gets it right.  I laugh every time.  “Home!” I articulate, and, yet, the word ham comes out every time.


This year one of my favorite Christmas songs is “I’ll be home for Christmas.”  We were all decorating for Christmas when it hit me–the greatest Christmas day is when we see Jesus face-to-face.  We celebrate His birth and life and worship Him, but one day, we will be with Him.  No more nativity sets and Christmas cards announcing our love for Him!  We will be with Him in all His glory.


Until that time of our eternal resting place–our heavenly home filled with unspeakable joy, peace, and no sin–where is home for you?

The prodigal son left home.  Yes, he left the physical dwelling place of the safety of his earthly father’s home, but it was much more than physical.  He wandered away from God. How often do I find myself a wanderer in the midst of my home.  I may come home from work and school, but my heart and soul have wandered.  Sometimes home can be stressful when we are dealing with sickness, poverty, broken relationships, and loss.  The very haven that is supposed to bring security and rest brings you pain and anxiety.


Jesus had no earthly home.  He had no place to lay his head at night or rest.  He told his disciples that

“Foxes have dens and birds have nests, but the Son of Man has no place to lay his head.” (Luke 9:58)

So, where is home really?  Oh!  God just spoke so powerful to my soul–“Anna, home is with me.”  Jesus’ home was heaven. The prodigal’s home was the forgiving arms of God.  Can you see it?  Can you feel it?  Doesn’t it make you feel as if you are just passing through and earth is but a stopping place for greater things to come?  In the waiting, our home is in the very presence of Jesus.  We are IN Christ, and He is IN us.

 He is our home.

Maybe you are not a prodigal in the true sense of the parable, but aren’t we all prodigals–constant distractions and wandering away from truth, safety, and the shelter of His arms?

I’ll be home for Christmas–His presence and love surrounding me, filling me, and embracing me.  No matter if we find ourselves in a prison cell, a hospital bed, a home filled with strife, a happy home, or homelessness, I pray deeply that we will go home for Christmas.

“Back Home”  J. J. Heller

Don’t let your eyes get used to darkness
The light is coming soon
Don’t let your heart get used to sadness
Put your hope in what is true
No matter how the wind may blow
It cannot shake the sun
Lay your sorrows on the ground
It’s time to come back home
When the future seems uncertain
Like the coming of a storm
Your loving Father carries his children
When they can’t walk anymore
No matter how the wind may blow
It cannot shake the sun
Lay your sorrows on the ground
It’s time to come back home
Oh, back home…
As we face 2014,  may we claim Isaiah 61!

The Year of the Lord’s Favor

The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is on me,
because the Lord has anointed me
to proclaim good news to the poor.
He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted,
to proclaim freedom for the captives
and release from darkness for the prisoners,
to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor
and the day of vengeance of our God,
to comfort all who mourn,
and provide for those who grieve in Zion—
to bestow on them a crown of beauty
instead of ashes,
the oil of joy
instead of mourning,
and a garment of praise
instead of a spirit of despair.
They will be called oaks of righteousness,
a planting of the Lord
for the display of his splendor.

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