Wednesday, December 3, 2008

December 2008

Signed, sealed and waiting to deliver—I turned the keys over to the realtor and walked away, feeling strangely homeless. I have a place to live—I’m fortunate, but it’s a way station—waiting for the next phase of my life.

In the plane back to Virginia I was reading a book about the truly homeless living underground in Manhattan. How blessed I really am.
Finishing the book with a two hour flight still ahead of me I turned on my Ipod to a collection of religious songs. The first one that came up, funnily enough was “Homeless “ from Michael McLean’s Album Forgotten Carols

Homeless, homeless, like the Christ child was.
Homeless, homeless, but there is hope because
He came down to earth to lead us
He vowed He’d never leave us
Homeless, homeless. For in His love there is a home.
Homeless, homeless, was His humble birth
He was homeless, homeless, and still He changed the earth.
Nothing kept His heart from giving
Though most of His life was living
Homeless, homeless. He showed it’s how we live, not where.
When His homeless days on earth were done,
(when His homeless days were done)
He went home to where we all came from.
And He went to prepare a mansion for us there.
He gave his whole life to lead us,
And I know He’ll never leave us
Homeless, homeless for in His love there is a home
We are not homeless, homeless, like the Christ child was,
For in His love there is a home

As we enter the Christmas season, where we remember Christ’s birth, I hope we can do that—Remember Christ’s birth.

I got an e-mail this week from a friend in Los Alamos. Her last child went to college this year. Even though he will be home for the holidays, she and her husband are looking for some way to celebrate the season with a gift of service. Asking for ideas, we brainstormed things available in her area. (Habitat for Humanity, Red Cross, helping people rebuild in Galveston TX after the hurricane this year, United Way, Stakes in poorer areas of the state, Food kitchens, and even asking my brother who works with several of the Indian Pueblos in the area.)
What are you doing for Christmas?

Wishing you a Merry Christmas! And hoping we can all come home to Christ.

1 comment:

LC said...

I can't believe you are officially out of Los Alamos and New Mexico. It saddens me. I hope you have a Merry Christmas.