Robin with the 'gaggle of children' |
Tis the season. We
hear it over and over and over again during these weeks. Tis the season to be jolly. Tis the season to give. Tis the season to make dreams come true. Tis the season to be merry. Tis the season to get together. Tis the season, tis the season.
I’ve been convicted this year more than ever that each and
every day ‘tis the season.’ Christmas
isn’t supposed to be celebrated just one day a year…it is to be celebrated each
and every day. It’s the reason we live –
breath – and have our being.
Christmas gives us hope, when our hope seems to have run
out. It gives us reason when there seems
to be none. It gives us determination
just when we are ready to throw in the towel.
Christmas is the heartbeat of love and is vibrant around us, and when we
submit to it, it’s even in us.
I just finished visiting a very rural and poor area in
Honduras. It’s a place my husband and I
happened upon a little over a year ago, one evening when driving home down a long
winding dirt road, passing a mother with two little babies, one in her arms,
and the other by her side. My husband
stopped and told this mother to get in the vehicle, we’d take her home. She lives miles down this dirt road in a
little community at the end of nowhere.
Her home consists of blocks with a roof and a pavement foundation,
nothing else. No water, no electricity,
no bathroom, no kitchen. But, she has
shelter, and she has her children. That
evening started a special friendship…one that mainly consisted of my husband
and I helping her out. We would frequent
her at her home, and my husband would always comment on the need for a church
in that community. He even blogged about
it once. This woman has a close friend
who lives near her who is also a single mother, and somehow they ended up being
a package deal.
It was months after my husband’s death, and I had not been
to visit these two families. One day I
heard voices outside my window, and when I looked up, there were the two
mothers, traipsing up my dirt driveway with their gaggle of children. They did
not come to ask for food, or help for that matter. They came to hug me, cry with me, and let me
know they heard the news, and they were so sorry this had happened. They were in disbelief, as they said, “We don't understand why this would happen to someone so good to us.” Then they asked if they could pray for
me. What? These women that my husband and I had been
ministering to now wanted to minister to me?
It was like our reason for living had been shown to me right then and
there.
You can imagine my delight when this last visit to their
community a few days ago proved to be quite amazing. One of those ladies now has a home church
going on in her home!
It’s when we don’t give up…when we keep on plugging along…when
we keep loving even when we don’t feel like it…when we put others first…and
when we don’t lose sight of His promises – that things really do change. Tis the season each and every day.