I have not decked the halls. There are no lights in my windows, or wreaths on my door. In fact, all of my Christmas decor is still safely tucked away in their (many) boxes in my closet.
But despite the lack of Christmas cheer, this season of Advent has been good. It’s been a bit quiet, maybe even a little lonely, but it’s in those quiet, lonely spaces where I find God. Or rather, He finds me. And He doesn’t just find me; He meets me here and we sit, my heart in His hands. In all my years wandering this earth, I have never found anything better than that, and for however many years I have left, I don’t expect I ever will. And friends, I’ve eaten Nutella with a spoon, so you know I mean it.
In Jesus, I have the Very Best Thing I could ever possibly have, a most precious treasure that can’t ever be taken away from me. I can’t say that about a husband, or a church, or a family or good friends.
It boggles the mind, really. God, who is perfectly perfect in every way, who has literally never made a mistake, a misstep or a faux pas, who is exactly who we mean when we say, “could have anyone He wants,” has set his affection on me — and yes, you. Sinners of the worst sort. A sorry lot. An unfaithful, unruly mob. He woos and pursues. He knows precisely who we are and has wrapped us in His arms around us and pulled us close anyway. He loves us, as Sally Lloyd-Jones says, “with a Never Stopping, Never Giving up, Unbreaking, Always and Forever Love.”
My jaw drops to think that not only do I know this passionate, perfect God, I am known by Him — known in the way we all want to be known: completely and without reservation. “Lucky” isn’t a word Christians like to use. We much prefer our “blessed”s. Yet more often than not, I find myself thinking, “How lucky am I?” Of course, it’s not luck — not chance and not a gamble. But lucky in the “what did I ever do to deserve this” way that leaves you breathless with awe.
And the answer, of course, is I didn’t do anything to deserve Jesus. Neither did you. We were just bummin’ around with our abusive ex-boyfriend, Sin, and Jesus came along and said, “You can do better than that,” and rescued us … because we always belonged to Him. We just didn’t always know it.
I don’t miss my decorations as much as I thought I would. Presents under the tree don’t hold a candle to the Very Best Gift we’ve ever, and will ever, receive.