“I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know?”~~Ernest Hemingway (BrainyQuote)
Today’s word of the day, from Dictionary.com, is clishmaclaver, “gossip; idle or foolish talk.” As you might expect, it’s a Scottish word.
Today is Cat Herders Day. Do you feel like you have been tasked with the impossible? Today is your day!
We actually got Christmas lights put up on the house last night! We aren’t completely finished, but all that’s left is the lights around the garage, which is not that difficult and only requires the short ladder and a staple gun. One of our small conical yard trees wouldn’t light up, so we’re coming up with a plan for that. I think that storing those things in the Texas heat during the summer just wipes them out. We have had “pre-lit” trees for inside the house before, and they always quit working after one summer in the attic. And of course . . . after checking all the bulbs and replacing several during the installation . . . when we got done, one light was out. Sigh. We didn’t fix it last night. Maybe tonight.
My mother is in Marshall with a group of seniors (not the high school kind), on a trip to see the infamous Marshall Christmas lights. Hopefully, she is having a good time. They are coming back on Wednesday.
Ten days until Christmas.
(From Solid Joys)
Today’s reading is “Life and Death at Christmas.”
The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy. I came that they may have life and have it abundantly.
John Piper writes that, just as he was getting ready to write this devotional, he received word that a dear saint that had been part of his fellowship for many years had passed away at the age of 87. As he spoke to her surviving husband, he encouraged him to be strong in the Lord. The man’s response was, “He has been a true friend.” Piper writes that he prays that all Christians will be able to say that about Christ at the end of their lives.
Piper also remembers his mother’s death, every year during Advent. She was killed in a bush crash in Israel in 1974, cutting short her life at 56. Even today, he says, the events are real to him, easily bringing tears.
“Many of you will feel your loss this Christmas more pointedly than before. Don’t block it out. Let it come. Feel it. What is love for, if not to intensify our affections — both in life and death? But, O, do not be bitter. It is tragically self-destructive to be bitter.”
At Christmas, we celebrate the birth of the One who came that we might have life, and have it more abundantly (John 10:10). Our eternal home of abundant life will be with Jesus. Do we feel restless for home? I’m going “home” for Christmas, to spend the days with my mother. This will be our first Christmas without my father. I know of at least one other person that will be celebrating Christmas without her mother, for the first time.
Why does it feel so good to go “home” for holidays? It is a foretaste of our permanent Home.
Christmas. The birth of Christ. That we might have life, now and forever.
“Make your Now the richer and deeper this Christmas by drinking at the fountain of Forever. It is so near.”