He bangs around in the attic for more than an hour and comes out with insulation in his hair. The air conditioner service man has been working on the ducts that run to our master bedroom, trying to rework the system that leaves the room 10 degrees warmer than the rest of the house.
It’s winter and it’s toasty, but not from the fire in the belly of the fireplace, it’s a Texas winter, the only kind I know. We run our air most months of the year down in these parts.
But the lights from my tree twinkle and the stocking are hung over the unlit fire. We pretend there’s a chill in the air and don’t let it bother us much.
He calls, “Miss?” At least 10 years younger than my 40 year old body, I answer. Before he gives me the news, he says, “You’re a Christian.”
It’s not a question or accusation, it’s a fact. I wonder for a minute at his declaration. I have known this man face-to-face for less time than it takes to answer my front door and open the attic. I marvel at his estimation of me. He must see my question mark face and so he says: “It’s your home. It tells the Jesus story.”
I see the hand towels at the stove, the God is Good canvas on the wall, the Nativity on the entry table, the family mission statement on the mantel and then Redeemed Christmas pillow on the couch.
I smile wide.
Is there ever a greater compliment to a home?
We talk for over thirty minutes about Jesus, his gift to us at Christmas, about our work in Africa and mostly about redemption. He finishes up his work, covered under warranty and I can’t remember the last time I had a better guest in my home.
My floors are dirty, counters cluttered, table sticky. But a stranger felt God in my house and I can’t think of a better gift this season.
written by Kristen Welch, We are THAT family
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