Thanks be unto God for his unspeakable gift.
This time of year brings with it familiar sights, sounds, and smells as we gear up for the Christmas holiday. There is the usual busyness of shopping and baking and fellowshipping with family and friends. Of course, the children are excited about the gifts that are lying under the Christmas tree. It is a blessed time of year. I was thinking recently about the gifts that we give and the gifts that we receive. The older I get the more excited I get about giving to my friends and family. I love to see the smile on my niece and nephews faces as I give them something I know they will enjoy. When I begin to apply this thought to what God has given me – eternal life and so much beyond that – it makes me want to give Him something in return. I know that I can never give Him something better than He gave me, but I am reminded of a simple truth that English poet Christina Rossetti penned many years ago in the last stanza of her poem “In the Bleak Midwinter.”
What can I give Him, poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb;
If I were a Wise Man, I would do my part;
Yet what can I give Him: give my heart.
May we not get so carried away with the fun of the Christmas season that we forget to give the Lord all of our hearts to serve Him. He gave us everything – how could we give anything less?