They don’t “come home for Christmas” any more, any of them. They all have their own families now, and homes and a hundred other things to prepare for the season’s celebration. But if they were coming here, I would be preparing a place for them.
He, the Father, prepared a place for Christ to come to, to enter into the human race as a human infant. Prepared a womb to nurture, a manger to hold, a perfectly symbolic feeding place of sheep, in Bethlehem, “the House of Bread.”
He is preparing a place for me even now, in His own Heavenly Home, that I may be where He is in forever-unbroken, unmarred fellowship.
In turn, how do I prepare for Him, for celebration of His first Advent, for His return at His second? If He were coming to my earthly house to stay, what would I have to do to the guest room? How would I prepare?
I don’t know about you, but for lots of us, guest rooms can lose their sense of purpose, of being what they were intended for. They can take on entirely different focus, and its accompanying clutter. So when that surprise call comes announcing, “I’d like to come and stay awhile,” near panic arises with the awareness of that embarrassing clutter accumulation that must be cleared out, pronto, to restore the room to its original purpose.
His guest room, my heart, gets into the same predicament. An astonishing amount of earth-junk can mysteriously make its way in there, as clutter adds to clutter, till it obscures any resting place, even a spot for Him to seat Himself for a few moments, let alone take up residence.
It’s time to renew the preparations of my heart, first of all by making sure there’s room for Him in my “in,” that central room of my heart. A lot of clutter needs to go. A clean, clear space for the King of my life.