At this time of year, we all remember the story of Jesus Christ. We remember how a young girl gave birth to our savior in a manger, surrounded by farm animals. We hear about the shepherds who saw the star, and were told by angels that a king had been born. We consider the Wise Men who followed the star from the east, and it led them to Jesus.
A few years ago, a pastor taught that all people have a star. We weren’t there that night to follow the star in the sky, but God puts people in our lives that act like a star. They are like a bright shining light, which leads us on a path to God. It is through that person’s love, kindness, patience, or diligence that we become receptive to the Holy Spirit. Then through the Holy Spirit we are brought to Jesus and receive salvation.
Ten years ago I was a paper Christian. If you looked on my military dog tags, it said Christian. I attended church services from time to time, but I didn’t really get it. My brain knew the story, but my heart didn’t. The birth of Christ was a pretty nativity set to put out at Christmas. The resurrection was a reason for chocolate bunnies. I was not saved. I didn’t really understand the unconditional love of God, until I saw my star.
Almost eight years ago, my daughter was born. I had carried her in my tummy for nine months. We had gotten to know each other then, but when I finally got to see her, I saw a star. The first time I looked at my daughter’s face, I understood true love. I finally began to understand how much God loved me. I looked at that little nose, touched those tiny fingers, and smelled her soft hair and I suddenly knew. Like a flash of lightning I finally believed in love.
Now I didn’t become a Christian that same day. I didn’t hand the baby off to a relative and pray for my salvation. Nope. For the most part, my life stayed the same. I went about the business of living. However, part of it was different. My focus had shifted from one of self-serving, to one of service. Suddenly, someone else was more important than me. It was in that environment that the Holy Spirit was finally able to work.
Two thousand years ago, three wise men followed a bright shining light in the sky. The star shone on the king of kings, the savior, Jesus Christ. That bright star lead them to God. My star is bright and shiny, but she doesn’t hang in the sky. When I first saw her she lit up my world and she led me to God. In my eyes, she is sparkly and beautiful. What does your star look like?