With Christmas just a few weeks away, I am reflecting on the Christmas traditions we had with our children. I always wanted our kids to understand that Christmas was not what the world had made it. It was the Birthday of our King. We always baked a Birthday cake for Jesus. It was a sweet reminder of what the day actually was all about.
I wonder if we could begin to give gifts that matter to Christ. If our Christmas season would feel a little more special or meaningful. We continue the traditions of giving gifts to family which can be stressful financially and mentally but what if we began to give gifts of time, baked goods, child care for a young couple? I believe this is the heart of God and our willingness to do for others will not only bless us and them but Christ as well. When my kids were young, the Birthday Cake was a symbol of our love for Jesus but today maybe we need to love others more and allow that to be our gift.
The Greatest Christmas Ever is a small book with fun ideas, recipes and old Christmas traditions my mom gave me 22 years ago. I love to get it out and read it each season. One of the stories in the book is about an African boy that listened carefully as his teacher explained why it is that Christians give presents to each other on Christmas day. "The gift is an expression of our joy over the birth of Jesus and our friendship for each other", she said.
When Christmas day came, the boy brought the teacher a sea shell of lustrous beauty. "Where did you ever find such a beautiful shell?" the teacher asked.
The boy told her that there was only one spot where such extraordinary shells could be found. When he named the place, a certain bay several miles away, the teacher was left speechless.
"Why...why, it's gorgeous...wonderful, but you shouldn't have gone all that way to get a gift for me."
His eyes brightening, the boy answered, "Long walk part of gift."
In a world full of gift ideas, easy access to overnight deliveries, craft shows and Black Friday sales, our time is still the most precious thing we can give to one another.
My daughter met a sweet lady at one of our events several years ago. She mistakenly thought our event was a yard sale. She had walked up the street to see us, living in an elderly facility down the street. Gentry
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