My friend, Chef Shane Kelly, sent me this story and of course I had to share it here with all of you, my reader friends. It surely made me rethink gift giving vs. more giving…
It also made me stop and think about how much we involve our kids in the process of giving. How will they learn how powerful it is to meet someone in their need and how we’re all part of the one Body of Christ if they never see or experience giving for themselves?
I’d love to hear how you teach your kids about giving?
Read an excerpt:
“It’s been over ten years of nothing under the Christmas tree here.
Strange, the way children teach men.
It was dark, I do remember that. Bedtime. Smoothing back hair, kissing foreheads. On round moon hanging large outside the window, an ornament dangling off stars, decorating the night. I had gifts to wrap. So, pull up the blankets. Prayers. And then, when I’m at the door, one hand on the door frame, resting in the light of the hallway, I turn to close the door a bit on the dark and he stops me with just one question:
“What does Jesus get for His birthday?”
The words hung… strung me up.
I say the words into the black. Um… A cake? Our love?
I can hear him turn again in the bed, roll over on the pillow. Restless…
“But Mom…. if we get wrapped presents for our birthdays, real sacrifices from people who love us — they gave up other things to give something to us — then why don’t we do that for Jesus’ birthday?”