your old men will dream dreams,
your young men will see visions.
"I'll be home for Christmas, if only in my dreams." Then I most certainly am home. I have dreamed of being in this place for years. Yes, I have had visions of what the years will bring. I am confident of the plans God has for us. The path ahead will surely surprise me along with the way… as it already has, and yet I have glimpsed the end. I know where we will finish, and I can tell you that right now, I am home for Christmas.
Home for Christmas… it is a silent place. A place that is somehow slightly set apart from the world. You may know that moment… maybe you have it now, or maybe you find it in your memory. It is that quiet and tangible place where you sit in the silence of a Christmas eve and you simply contemplate the shining of a single bulb on the tree.
This moment becomes a part of who we are and we reflect on it for years. That Christmas where things felt, well… they just felt right. Sure, things are still chaotic, the world is a mess, you are a mess, you are aggravated by those you love most, and yet… for a small quiet moment… you see, and even feel the emotion of the night.
It is time for us all to hit our knees in humility on this silent night and to simply invite that baby… our KING, our FATHER to speak to our hearts and bathe us with fire, and cover us with blood, and purify our souls.
This for me, is where the love light gleams. It is the fire of His star. And wherever that light shines down on me… that is where I am home.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.