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Presents or Presence?





I know what my kids are trying to do.  They’re instructing their children that Christmas is about someone not something.  And it’s working.

The request to us as grandparents this year was “just a few presents to place under the tree for the kids.”  I really tried hard to oblige them.  I really tried.  But then I spotted a “Fancy Nancy” storybook that I wanted to read with our six year old granddaughter!  And the games, kids love games!  Their parents should only know about the stuff I passed up! 

It worked out great and our Christmas visit with the kids makes me smile every time I think of it.  We decorated a birthday cake together and sang to Jesus.  Before Sookie blew out the candle she whispered her wish in my ear “I wish we can make a cake like this every day and all be together.”  Presents followed and as she opened each one carefully, she jumped into our laps and gave us a thank-you hug.  Each one!

I would say the lesson is being learned here.  It's about giving!  Christmas is about the Son of God leaving His heavenly home and coming down to earth as a baby only to grow up and accept Father God’s plan of redemption by dying for us a brutal death so we can be saved, delivered and free! 

Jesus grew in wisdom and in stature and in favor with God and all the people.  Luke 2:52 (NLT)

What we do see is Jesus, who was given a position "a little lower than the angels"; and because he suffered death for us, he is now "crowned with glory and honor." Yes, by God's grace, Jesus tasted death for everyone.  Hebrews 2:9 (NLT)

Merry Christmas!  Jesus is the reason we celebrate!

Comments

  1. SharonDecember 23, 2014 at 7:53 PM

    Yes, the best gifts are all about giving! And the best gift of all is Jesus, who gave everything for us!

    Mary, I wish you and yours a very MERRY CHRISTMAS. May your home be filled with His love, joy, peace, and hope!

    GOD BLESS!

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  2. FloydDecember 24, 2014 at 9:16 AM

    It truly is about giving. Thanks for the reminder. Merry Christmas to you and your whole clan. God bless.

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