By David C. Clark

A neighborhood across the street from my childhood church had a white-light ordinance forbidding any color Christmas lights outside except white ones. There was a certain picture-perfect quality the little cluster of upper-middle homes had, all in matching lights, surrounded by snow and dark. Their problem was that all the homes were privately owned and the white-light ordinance was really just a strong request from neighbor to neighbor to not be the odd-man-out and ruin the Christmas Kodak moment. My favorite was the house right at the end of the cul de sac that, in glorious and indignant majesty, had multicolored, blinking lights stapled or wrapped around every railing rung, every windowpane, every tree branch and fence post. I loved the way it stood out.

What happens when we try to make others observe the way we observe? What happens when we are unforgiving in our expectations of the season? What would happen if we were to be in relation with the season, waiting to see where and when God will enter in? My faith has shown me that the Divine will rarely ever fill a time or space I have created for It without also allowing It to be a co-creator with me. For me this means doing what I can for God to show up and leaving enough room not just another plan and another way, but also finding peace and joy that God showed up there too.