Last night I was sitting on the couch gazing at my Christmas Tree. It looks different this year. It is beautiful. I am amazed that this tree, which in the past looked at best ordinary and at worst sad, can possibly look so good. I have had this artificial tree for many years now. It has to be put together and taken apart every year. It has upwards to 100 branches that are color coded in hopes that when you are finished the tree looks like a tree and not an hour glass. It is a challenge to store this beast as it is almost as wide as it is tall. I have no box big enough to hold the branches. Each year I begrudgingly set it up, throw on some lights and ornaments and call it done. It never looked great, and each year during Christmas I decide that this will finally be the year to haul it to the trash when it is time to take it down. Yet, here it is, up once again.
This year, however, it looks totally different. I have a master decorator living in my home. She saw the tree and what it could become and created a masterpiece. Old ornaments were replaced with gold and silver. Burlap garland laced the branches complementing both ornaments and white lights. A new tree topper gave it the perfect look. The finished product is breathtaking. I look at that tree with a whole different attitude. It is no longer a big old ugly tree that takes up more room than any tree should. It is no longer a tree that’s “not worth fussin’ with”. It is a tree I brag about and take pictures of showing them with the pride of a first time father.
What transformed it from a tree that I spoke derisively and derogatorily about to one that I speak affectionately and proudly of? It was the touch of a master. I thought about that in relation to my life. Without the Master’s touch I’m just an unsightly, misfit tree. But as Eph 2:10 says, “I am His masterpiece, created unto good works.” He does His best to make us look our best. I love it.
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