Gifts. Presents. Shopping. Just about finished. Whew.
Let’s face it, some people are easier to buy for than others. There are gifts that I knew immediately would be “just right” for someone, and then there are gifts- that I’ll sweat about until long after Christmas.
There are picky people- that are tough to shop for- and then there are people who are genuinely thrilled with whatever you may give them. Honestly- there are people that I shop for out of “duty, and then there are those ai shop for out of delight. Regardless- it’s also true- that I love to give gifts. Especially to the people who are dearest to me.
I always have. It isn’t about cost- or impressing, it’s about thought and blessing. An expression of love. Years ago- I read a book- “The Five Love Languages” I was not surprised to discover- that one of mine, is “Gifts”.
I love to give them, and yes- to get them. The more thought and care that is involved- the more I love it. Whether it’s knitting slippers to warm feet on a cold December morning- or surprising someone with something they really need, want or love– I’m there.
But honestly- this has been a struggle- in my walk with God- see—I love Him… but God doesn’t NEED anything, nor want for anything….besides— what have I that I can offer? In light of the glory and sovereignty of God— I have nothing to offer HIM! Do I?
On the way to the post office- from the back seat of the car.. I heard a little voice singing…… “Ba rum pum pum pum…. ra pa pum pum…. I play my drum for Him, ba rum pa pum pum..” And, I think I found my answer.
As I’ve been making my way through Luke (a chapter a day for the month of December- to help me keep “Christmas in the Context of the Gospel” ) I came to todays reading Luke 21- about the “widow’s mite” and was once again reminded of my favorite “Christmas special” of all time….The Little Drummer Boy. I think they are related.
Come they told me, pa rum pum pum pum
A new born King to see, pa rum pum pum pum
Our finest gifts we bring, pa rum pum pum pum
To lay before the King, pa rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,
So to honor Him, pa rum pum pum pum,
When we come. Little Baby, pa rum pum pum pum
I am a poor boy too, pa rum pum pum pum
I have no gift to bring, pa rum pum pum pum
That’s fit to give the King, pa rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,
Shall I play for you, pa rum pum pum pum,
On my drum? Mary nodded, pa rum pum pum pum
The ox and lamb kept time, pa rum pum pum pum
I played my drum for Him, pa rum pum pum pum
I played my best for Him, pa rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,
Then He smiled at me, pa rum pum pum pum Me and my drum.
The Widow’s Offering
1As he looked up, Jesus saw the rich putting their gifts into the temple treasury. 2He also saw a poor widow put in two very small copper coins.[a] 3″I tell you the truth,” he said, “this poor widow has put in more than all the others. 4All these people gave their gifts out of their wealth; but she out of her poverty put in all she had to live on.”
In these verses- we do’t really learn much about the Widow- only simply that she was a widow- and that she gave what she had to give- and Jesus saw, and took delight in it. More so than even over the extravagant “offerings” of others- why? because she gave all she had, while others gave from their excess.
I often feel like I don’t have much to offer God- I am impoverished in heart- in Spirit I am not rich. I’m not particularly talented. Yet- like the wisemen- and the little Drummer Boy— when I come face to face with all God is- and all He’s done- I want to give- so I offer, my heart.
Re- published from December 06;)
New post by me, will be up tomorrow, at Laced With Grace…