Christmas is all about retelling the story. The story of Christ’s birth, the story of love coming to earth, the story of the greatest gift.
His story is told everywhere. It is inescapable.
Where can I go from your Spirit?
Where can I flee from your presence?
If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
f I rise on the wings of the dawn,
if I settle on the far side of the sea,
even there your hand will guide me,
your right hand will hold me fast. (Psalm 139)
The lights all around remind me of the light of the world.
In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was with God in the beginning. Through him all things were made; without him nothing was made that has been made. In him was life, and that life was the light of men. The light shines in the darkness (John 1)
The candles on the table speak of the power of one single candle lighting the way.
You are the light of the world. A city on a hill cannot be hidden. Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl. Instead they put it on its stand, and it gives light to everyone in the house. In the same way, let your light shine before men, that they may see your good deeds and praise your Father in heaven. (Matthew 5)
The evergreen tree reminds me of his everlasting promises, his everlasting faithfulness, his everlasting love.
But from everlasting to everlasting
the LORD’s love is with those who fear him,
and his righteousness with their children’s children (Psalm 103)
So this Christmas I do see him everywhere, because his story is everywhere told. It’s a love letter to us from him, just waiting for us to find it and find him. It’s the greatest story ever known.