Every Christmas, we decorate the banisters of my little loft office with multi-colored lights. I like to think it makes me more creative. Saturday, I plugged in the lights we always use. Only half of them worked. “Let’s just toss these and buy new ones.”
“I’ll fix them,” my husband said.
“We don’t have enough replacement bulbs.”
“I only need one.”
“How’s one bulb going to fix all these broken lights?”
Rick stretched out in the floor and removed the last working bulb. A blue one. Middle of the strand.
“This one works,” he said, “so when I find the broken bulb, they’ll all work.”
“Are you sure?”
He moved so quickly, I couldn’t figure out his magic trick.
“Isn’t that a lot of trouble?”
He didn’t answer me.
“Wouldn’t it be easier to run to Home Depot?”
He kept working.
I didn’t see any way his plan could possibly work.
One single bulb fix a strand of broken Christmas lights.
All of a sudden–ta-dah– they lit up. Every single one.
After he wrapped lights around the banisters, I sat downstairs in the den looking at my new office.
My transformed world.
Maybe there’s a Christmas message buried in the strand of broken lights.
Lights I wanted to throw away.
What is it, Lord?
My Son was the One and only Light Who could save a broken world.
I sat there, still and quiet, thanking Him in my heart.
This is what Christmas is all about.
“…I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.” John 18:12 NIV
Have you had a sparkly Christmas moment lately? Tell me about it.