Love us home

Long ago God spoke to our ancestors in many and various ways by the prophets, but in these last days he has spoken to us by a Son, whom he appointed heir of all things, through whom he also created the worlds. He is the reflection of God’s glory and the exact imprint of God’s very being (Hebrews 1:1-3a)

It was almost midnight. Dixie’s timers had switched off the lamps an hour before. We climbed the steps from the garage into the living room.

Darkness shrouded everything but the tree in the corner. It’s nothing ostentatious, just a tree with tiny, colored lights reflecting off an angel and a few ornaments we’ve long had, each with a story to tell.

Simple things are the most beautiful and most likely to penetrate the heart. This was no exception. The lights in the darkness told me I was home, not just here in this room but in a Love who speaks wherever Love wants to speak, like in darkened rooms when all you want is your bed and sleep.

Love speaks in a million ways. This great and mysterious Love has found ways to get my attention since I was a boy hating school and playing with my dog.

And now we see what Love has always been whispering to our hearts. For we have seen Jesus, the beauty of grace untold, who wants only to love us home.

David L. Miller