Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with that person, and they with me. (Revelation 3:20).
Like Dorothy in the “Wizard of Oz” trying to get back to Kansas, all I wanted to do was go home. It was December 24, 1987 and I had been working for the Salvation Army in Washington D.C. for the past five weeks. I was extremely homesick and longed to see my family and friends. As I boarded my airplane at Washington’s National Airport to fly to Ohio, my mind was fixed on the place that gave me my identity. It was that picturesque town in the Appalachian foothills that shaped my values and inspired my boyhood dreams. As Dorothy would say, “there’s no place like home.” For me, that place was Zanesville.
In October 1943, Bing Crosby recorded the song, “I’ll Be Home for Christmas.” It struck a particular chord with our service men and women who were fighting on foreign soil during World War II. There’s something special about home. That place near to our heart where we feel love, safe, and whole. The homesickness of the Christmas season, however, is more than just a human story. It is more than just pleasant memories of childhood. It is the homesickness of the human soul that reaches all the way back to the Garden of Eden. Some people in our day tell us life simply exists from the cradle to the grave, but we know better. There’s a longing inside us to be home – home with God. The Christmas story tells us how much God desires this reunion. It tells us that God doesn’t wait for us to come to Him - instead God comes to us!
Notice how John describes Bethlehem’s miracle, “The Word became flesh and blood, and moved into the neighborhood” (John 1:14). This season, as we sing, “I’ll be Home for Christmas,” Jesus Christ stands at the door of our hearts and says, “I’ll be at your home for Christmas.” Will you let me in?
DS Dennis Miller