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If you're a Christian, there's something powerfully sweet and deeply meaningful about this time of year. Sure, you can enjoy the Christmas lights... the sweet delights... the silent nights... but there's something about that manger - something about the Baby wrapped in swaddling clothes- that speaks to your heart and settles your soul and leaves you pining for home.
Ever noticed how Christmas - unlike any other holiday - seems to revolve around
home? I mean, what do we sing? How about:
I'll be home for Christmas. And:
Oh, there's no place like home for the holidays. And not only do we sing about home, but we trim them, too. We invite people to them. We buy tickets and gas to get back to them. Home.
Home....![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3nnuJpbBhjLDw8gL7U_46qCXtXI5SiTEg8GHJy4CjquCISdRnDNAmi8MFYFlaW3LPhX2Ig849keZT7NO38MKUgXjM3PkUMXeeaBwqKUy5oInzLy3xzMeQFv3dSyu1HdpqhiCQCw/s320/Cross1.jpg)
It makes sense if you think about it. Christmas is a story that ultimately deals with home. It speaks of how a loving Father looked down on a lost and hopeless world and decided that He - through His precious Son - would leave His heavenly home and come here...
here... to seek and to save
us. And He did. After securing a stable and roping a star and calling a census, God put Mary and Joseph on a path leading away from home toward Bethlehem. A path that ultimately led baby Jesus from a manger to a ministry to a cross.
And He did it all... well, He did it all... so you and I could one day be at home with Him. And to think
it all began at Christmas. The manger led to the cross, and the cross led home.
If you're a Christian, there's something powerfully sweet and deeply meaningful about
home this time of year, wouldn't you say?
I must needs go home by the way of the cross,
There’s no other way but this;
I shall ne’er get sight of the gates of light,
If the way of the cross I miss.
The way of the cross leads home,
The way of the cross leads home,
It is sweet to know as I onward go,
The way of the cross leads home.
-Jessie B. Pounds, 1906
[You've probably heard about them already, but the crosses pictured in this post are the work of Texas artist
Barbara Clopton and are available through her shop,
Crossations. Barbara is still accepting custom orders for the holidays (I know because I just got a GORGEOUS one... and am about to order another). You can reach Barbara and view her creations by
clicking here.]