This is a post I wrote in 2017 about the star my dad puts at the top of the field next to his house.
He and my son set the star up yesterday but I missed the photos because I didn’t realize they’d already done it. I was sitting inside a warm house talking to my mom instead. Oops.
Here is the post from 2018 and some photos from 2017, 2019, and 2020.

They carried the star up the steep, snow-covered hill because the truck’s tires spun and sent the hunk of metal skittering sideways toward the old dirt road. In the end, they left the truck in the field and slid the star, made of wood and strands of Christmas lights off the roof. Their breath steamed patterns out in front of them as they walked and the sun, a misleading sign of the outside temperature, cast long shadows onto the untouched surface of the snow that fell the day before.

Ropes were looped and tied and hooked on a pulley, the ladder was climbed and the star was hoisted with a couple reminders from father-in-law to son-in-law to “be careful of the lights! You’re hitting the lights on the tree!” But finally it was high enough and nails were hammered in to hold it in place.


Dad built the star several years ago and put it at the edge of the woods, at the top of the field and where people driving by on Route 220, across the Valley could see it. It has become a beacon, you could say. A beacon of good will, or peace, or joy or whatever it represents for each person who sees it. It can mean a lot of things for a lot of people but for Dad it is a sign of hope and the real reason behind Christmas. After all – isn’t that what the birth of Jesus was all about? Bringing hope to a hurting, fallen world?

So on this little hill, in the middle of nowhere Pennsylvania, my dad hangs his homemade, 50-some pound star, and with it hangs a little bit of hope – hope for health, for peace, for love for all, hope for the broken, the weary, the shattered souls. And it reminds us who is the hope of the world.
Isaiah 9:6-7
6 For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.
7 Of the greatness of his government and peace there will be no end. He will reign on David’s throne and over his kingdom, establishing and upholding it with justice and righteousness from that time on and forever. The zeal of the LORD Almighty will accomplish this.

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What an awesome tradition and a wonderful story to tell. Warms my heart.❤️
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Thank you
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Lisa, you write so beautifully with your whole heart and soul. This is such a lovely tradition for your family. I bet everyone who sees that star does feel a little more hope in their lives. I definitely would.
Thank you for sharing this.
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You’re welcome. A woman who drives to work in the dark just said today how happy she was that it was up again. It is such a pain to take down that it will probably be up for most of January too. I need to get a photo of it in the dark this year because it has a cross in the middle of it now.
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Thank you for sharing this beautiful blessing! I’ve often seen large stars in the middle of rural areas and wondered about the people who share them with us. May God bless your Dad & family who help him bring this gift!
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Thank you. I’ve seen a couple more of these stars now that my dad has been putting his up so I like to think he is a trendsetter in our area.
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That is such a sweet story. Thank you for sharing it.
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Bless your dad’s heart for displaying this beautiful symbol year after year. May it lead folks to the Light of the World.
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That’s what he hopes as well. We are glad it gives those who drive by on the main road a sign of hope.
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I love this! I’m sure that many have come to love it
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