The Night After Christmas

         Christmas is over. The house is quiet. Sheets and towels softly tumble in the dryer. The dishwasher is swooshing almost unnoticeably. Our kids and their spouses went back home. Everything moves quickly past. Even the garbage was picked up this morning. The disposable dessert plates and shreds of wrapping paper disappeared into the green mouth of the truck.

         I sit at the dining room table. The only light comes from the Christmas tree in the living room and a lit candle next to me. I saved it for tonight, to remember why we do what we do. All year, the flat, twisted candle stayed tucked in a drawer. In August, I saw it when I looked for a birthday banner and in October again when I searched for the table runner with the leaves.

Tonight, after we ate the left-overs and cleaned the kitchen, I pulled it out and lit this “Dancing Angel”.

The flame looks like the head of a brilliant messenger. The heat of the flicker twists the paraffin on both sides, contorts the candle to take on different shapes. Like arms of a moving creature, the wax stands up and then folds. As if the candle is mesmerized by an unheard song, it performs a dance. The fire consumes, yet beauty is revealed – slowly.

Light has come.
His flame consumes,
Melts all who desire Him
The Willing heart
The Contrite heart

Only in the heat of surrender
In the desire
To be used.
To be used up.
To be used up entirely.
Becomes His Light
The Light of His Glory

“This is the message we have heard from him and proclaim to you, that God is light, and in him is no darkness at all. 
 If we say we have fellowship with him while we walk in darkness, we lie and do not practice the truth. 
But if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have fellowship with one another, and the blood of Jesus his Son cleanses us from all sin.”
1 John 1:5-7

9 responses to “The Night After Christmas”

  1. Heidi, both the poem and the candle are beautiful.


  2. Love your insights, Heidi, as always. You’ve got me thinking: We take joy in the beauty in the melting candle, even while it’s being spent. One day it will be no more. May we take joy in spending our lives for Christ, even though our time is short. However! UNlike the candle, we look toward FOREVERmore, celebrating the King we serve!


  3. Thank you, Heidi. Love and blessings for a new year of His goodness.


  4. What a beautiful, unique candle. I pray we can be like that – dancing for joy as we are consumed with zeal for the Lord. ♥️🔥💕

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    1. Yes, Annie … this is what came to mind as I was watching the dance unfold.

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  5. Meditative, mesmerizing… I’m reminded that another name for ‘angel’ is ‘messenger.’

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    1. You remind me of that kind of messenger, Lindsey. Keep dancing!

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  6. Such a beautiful poem! I’ve never seen a candle like this before. The song 🎶 “Broken and spilled out “ 🎶comes to mind. We must give up our right to ourselves (brokenness) to truly follow God. Thank you for your wisdom, Heidi. God’s best to you and Scott.

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    1. Thanks for reading, David. Yes … loving in the meantime and resting in His oh-so-good plan. Blessings to you and your family, too!

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