Covering my angst with the soothing wisdom from my mother's prayer journals

We Are the Lights of Christmas


I’m writing another book and one of the characters approaches Christmas with an enthusiasm that wears her out. Arriving home after teaching all day, she falls asleep and dreams.

She heard the music before she saw anything. Light and lovely, the sounds wrapped her in a deep peace as colors of every tint and hue energized her with their twinkling, pulsating motion and she heard these words,

“We are the lights of Christmas. We twinkle and we shine. Aglow in such a dark world; reflecting the Devine.
We are the lights of Christmas – not one of us the same. He glories in our difference as we claim His holy name.
We are the lights of Christmas. Bring others to the Gift of God’s shining love and mercy. His name we will uplift.”

My character wakes up with a renewed purpose – to shine no matter the cost.

Last night our church celebrated Christmas with candlelight services at five and seven o’clock. It was a special time of music, scripture and Holy Communion that brought us closer together as the body of Christ.

The service came to a close as the sanctuary lights went out and we sat in total darkness. The pastor lit one little candle as the soloist began to sing O Holy Night.

One by one the flame was passed to the candles held by hundreds of attendees and soon the worshipers were drenched in a soft glow ignited by a single flame.

In that place and at that point in time, the service was a powerful reminder of a dark world in need of Light.

Lighting the world requires us to go into the dark.

The daughter of a friend felt called to be a missionary. My friend was willing for her daughter to go to the farthest corners of the earth, but when her precious child decided instead to marry a guy from a family who (like most of us) had major “dysfunctions”, my friend was appalled.

My friend experienced a lack of faith and could not see a mission field as any place lacking Light. After several years and a few major setbacks, her daughter’s light has now caught hold and is being carried by her son-in-law and most of the members of his family.

As lights of this world, we are not obligated to please anyone but our heavenly Father.

We have a source and when the source is engaged things are, “Brought to light.” Light doesn’t decide if those things are good or bad. They are what they are, but often the light is accused of causing a problem when all it did was shine, and apparently our Light is a mighty force. Why else would the world try to put us out?

Mother wrote in her journal, “It is amazing that God, the immortal God, chooses to work His divine will on earth through finite and imperfect human beings. We are made from the dust of the ground yet He chooses to put within us His life (light) and breath and to ask us to serve Him.”

Christmas reminds us that light makes a huge difference in a dark world and that The Light of the world came as the Baby Jesus.

Merry Christmas!

Author: marymcleary

Grateful for so many things, especially the peace He gives and the opportunity to tell it to my kids, grandkids and anyone else who wants to listen. Many read my first book In My Mother's Words, and I have recently published my second book, Heart Whispers from the Old Testament. Both are the result of the prayer journals my mother gifted me her last Christmas. Those journals were full of the wisdom of a Faith Walker and had to be shared.

3 thoughts on “We Are the Lights of Christmas

  1. A good reminder. We are the light and are blessed to be called His chosen ones. We’ve been doing that at our church for a while. I just told my wife last night, “I hope I don’t get burned by the wax this year.” I’m the only one who thought it was funny… Merry Christmas, God bless you and yours.


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