Today, as we walked three miles to buy coffee beans we talked about our homesickness! No, we didn’t commiserate—that can be absolutely demoralizing—especially abroad. Instead, we concluded that our homesickness is a good thing. Actually it is a blessing. “Our homesickness is good. We are homesick because the holidays are filled with so many precious memories. You remember and the miss good things—not bad things. I am thankful for that.” Sandy said. Also, in China there are few reminders that, The Word became flesh and dwelt among us. Such a setting helps us focus on the true meaning of Christmas, not the commercialism that has displaced it.
Earlier in the day we ventured off campus and found a little hole-in-the-wall store that sold twinkling Christmas lights. We bought seven strings. Now in the corner of our living area there is a twinkling tree. Our tree of red, yellow, green, and blue blinking strands hangs from the ceiling. The frame of a broken umbrella spreads them into the conical shape of a Christmas tree.
O.k., I know what you’re thinking, “You might be a Redneck if you make a Christmas tree from a broken umbrella and twinkly lights.” It was a lot of fun
As I write, Christmas music is playing in the background. Amy Grant and many different artists are singing their rendition of the classics. Amy is our favorite. To us, there is a spiritual quality to her music. Maybe it’s because she has experienced so much brokenness, and the grace of redemption and restoration the Savior came to give. Let’s never forget that’s the reason for the season.