As I signed her Christmas card, I realized its message was an obvious reflection of the true meaning of Christmas. There were no Christmas trees or Santa or reindeer. No elves or mistletoe or sleighs. No snow or stockings or elves. There were just words taken from the book of Matthew proclaiming the birth of the Promised Messiah. It was a message of hope.
I knew she considered herself to be religious. She is, after all, a devout Catholic who attends an online Irish Mass in the wee hours of Sunday morning. Oh. She once regularly attended in person at her parish, but a global event three years earlier got her out of the habit of meeting with friends and family. She now chooses to worship alone, if she worships at all.
I wondered if her out of town guests arriving in a few days would note the religious overtones of the card. I could just imagine them asking her about the one who had signed the card. I wondered if they might possibly ask if the person seemed to be a holy roller. Were they religious? Were they a Christian? I wondered how she might respond to the question. How would she describe me? And then I had to come to an honest conclusion that perhaps I haven’t shared enough of my faith with her. Perhaps she thought I was just a nice person. And that’s it. Did she really know that I’m a Christian?
I also wasn’t sure how she would accept the gift I was offering to her. It was an outside the box type of gift. Not one that just everyone would give. I wasn’t sure if she would think it weird since it was homemade. But when she opened the gift and realized what it was, she squealed in delight. Her face lit up with joy. She told me the gift she was bringing for me the next day was not nearly as creative. The point of my gift wasn’t to be creative or to outdo her gift. It was to make her holiday just a bit easier.
In my mind, I had decided how and when she could use the gift. But when she later told me her plans for it, they didn’t match the scenario in my head. I was a little disappointed, but then I had to remind myself that the gift was hers to use as she saw fit. It didn’t have to fit the imaginary scene in my head. So I smiled and said that her plan sounded perfect. And I meant it, because it was her plans that mattered. Not mine.
God saved you by his grace when you believed. And you can’t take credit for this; it is a gift from God. Ephesians 2:8
She’s often in pain and doesn’t have much stamina these days. She walks painstakingly slow now, and is scheduled for an upcoming surgery after the first of the year. She lives alone and has to climb stairs even when the pain is unbearable. She’s past the age of retirement, but says she wants to work ten more years. She needs help but won’t ask for it.
Her only child is flying home to celebrate the holiday with her for the first time in several years. She has had a countdown on her phone for months waiting for the day her daughter arrives. She said her daughter was her reason for living. The visit will give her the encouragement she needs to make it until she has surgery.
It is the season of gift giving. I realize there are times that it’s important to give good gifts to others. Not necessarily expensive or designer gifts. But gifts from the heart. Gifts that offer a personal touch. Some groups set a price limit. Others know no limits. Some offer few gifts, while others give lavishly. But isn’t it true that it isn’t the gift that matters? It’s the heart of the giver. Gifts should be offered freely with no strings attached. Was there a spoken or unspoken expectation of reciprocation? Hopefully not.
The gift of God’s only son is a gift from his heart to everyone. And it offers a personal touch on the heart of every believer who accepts it. We can rejoice with great joy this Christmas season knowing that the sacrifice of God’s only Son is the gift that keeps on giving. By accepting the gift, we are given even more. We now have the promise of eternal life in heaven.
When someone on this earth accepts the gift freely given by our heavenly Father, the gift of salvation and eternal life, angels rejoice. Heaven throws a party when a lost sinner becomes a child of God. Have angels partied for you yet? If not, there is still time. With a repentant heart, pray the sinner’s prayer below that Billy Graham invited people to pray when they accepted Christ as their personal Savior.
Dear God,
I know I’m a sinner, and I ask for your forgiveness.
I believe Jesus Christ is Your Son. I believe that He died
for my sin and that you raised Him to life.
I want to trust Him as my Savior and follow Him as Lord,
from this day forward. Guide my life and help me to do your will.I pray this in the name of Jesus. Amen.
There is joy in the presence of God’s angels when even one sinner repents. Luke 15:10
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