Ever since I was a little girl I have always adored our Christmas trees. There has always been an allure for me. Much like a moth to a flame. I’m drawn. I still am. I can sit and just stare at the tree for hours.
My kiddos aren’t real big fans of Christmas trees, but this year I explained what I see.
As an adult.
More importantly, as a believer in the precious gift of eternal life from our Lord, Jesus Christ.
I see Christ…in me, a believer.
I think of Psalms 1:2-4, “But his delight is in the law of the LORD,
And in His law he meditates day and night.
3 He shall be like a tree
Planted by the rivers of water,
That brings forth its fruit in its season,
Whose leaf also shall not wither;
And whatever he does shall prosper. “
Most specifically, “he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water”. Go back to verse 1, “Blessed is the man…”, that means the believer is to be planted by rivers of water. And Jesus told the woman at the well, “He who believes in Me, as the Scripture has said, out of his heart will flow rivers of living water.” (John 7:38)
So, I see the tree as a representation of Christ through me. If my tree were real, and in the ground, it’s roots would go deep within the ground. Planted by a river, a stream, a pond, it would draw continually from this source. Our source, is the Word. And Jesus is the Word made flesh. Our living water…scriptures.
The lights ~ we are to be salt and light in this world. The lights add flavor (or salt) to the tree, as well as, brightening up the darkness of the tree. We are not to hide a light under anything, but we are should be allowing our light to shine ~ the Light of Christ within us.
The ornaments ~ you know those little recesses, or corners of your heart where we all hold onto hurt, offenses, anger, and unforgiveness? Yes, those areas. The ornaments are the areas where we have finally (yes, sometimes it really is finally) let go of those areas. Handed Christ the keys. And allowed Him to come in and heal us. These areas are our ashes traded in for beauty. And they sparkle within us, cleansed, made whole, and brimming with love to share.
The top, mine is an angel. There to remind me that just as God spoke His Word and it was done, I too can speak His Word and angels will respond. It make take time, but they are responding. My angel also reminds me of the night Christ was born, when the angels proclaimed Good Tidings of the Lord’s birth to the shepherds as they watched their flocks.
My tree changes from year to year, much like I change from year to year as I walk deeper with Christ. Sometimes that walk may take me through tremendous pain, but it is for good. God has plans for me…good plans, of hope and a future. Other years, it may shine brighter, as I shine brighter having the love of the Lord within my heart, brightening all those formally dark, dreary, and ugly places.
I can’t imagine not having a Christmas tree. Not for what the world says it means. And I just don’t care what others say it’s origins are (no two seem to be the same). I can’t imagine not having a Christmas tree, because for me, that’s like taking Christ not just out of Christmas, but my life.
Some may think this is cheesy, or stretching, and that’s okay. But, if how I see a Christmas tree helps one person this Christmas season, I count God and His kingdom blessed.