Home for the Holidays

by APC on December 13, 2017

It’s the old familiar Christmas albums of Amy Grant and James Taylor playing softly in the background. It’s the smell of sweet, buttery yams cooking in the oven, and charcoal waftings from the turkey grilling outside.

It’s the colorful German Christmas stolen arrayed on the countertop, with sparkling fruit peeking out from among the dough. It’s the hardy bellow of laughter from my Dad, squeals of delight from the grandkids, and soft sighs from my mother.

It’s Christmas, and I’m home for the holidays.

There’s never a more comfortable place I can go than back to my parent’s home to celebrate Christmas. Relaxation sets in with every activity. My mind and body move into a state of nostalgia and natural automation as I slip into the pillowed couch, don an apron in the kitchen, or set the table for dinner. Everything relays a certain comfort because I’m home.

I can get caught up a lot around the holidays with heightened anticipation of going home. I desperately want to forget the world, the responsibilities of life, and get lost in the homemade ornaments, antique nativity scenes, and Christmas traditions. I sometimes feel the only way I can escape and celebrate Christmas is to get home.

I know I’m not the only one who feels this way. Everyone has “that place” they can go they call home. And, no matter what happens, you can just fall into your reverie and bask in the presence of family and familiarity. Is there really a better place to be?

Shockingly, yes. I’m sure you didn’t see that coming, especially after I painted quite the picture of my childhood home. But, there’s an escape I can find every day that’s really only one-step away from my forever home. The place I can always feel at home, no matter the location or time of year.

That home is in the presence of the Lord.

Scripture tells us our bodies are the temple (home) of the Holy Spirit (I Corinthians 3:16). It’s the presence of God in and around us 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, and 365 days a year. When we walk with God on a daily basis, seek Him in prayer, and allow the Holy Ghost to flow through us, we feel the presence of God in a mighty way.

With His presence comes a comfort I cannot describe, for He is the Comforter (John 14:26). With His presence comes a peace I cannot describe, for He is the Prince of Peace (Isaiah 9:6).With His presence comes a sense of nostalgia—wonders I’ve experienced before with Him, for He is the same yesterday, today, and forever (Hebrews 13:8).

No matter the time of the year, when I tap into His presence, I find home right where I’m at. I find home in myself with the Lord. I find home in the earnest of my inheritance (Ephesians 1:14), which is just a little bit of Heaven—my future home—here on earth.

And, this Christmas, while I long to travel home, there’s another home I must visit for the holiday. That is my time alone with Jesus Christ, the Savior to all the world. He has gone to prepare a place for me in my true home, so I can today, and always, be home with Him for the holidays.