A Precious Gift
By
Deborah M. Piccurelli
Christmas. The very word invokes images of cozy fireplaces, the dog dozing by your feet, opening gaily wrapped gifts, mistletoe, and the scent of pine. I could go on and on. But along with the traditional images, others come to my mind: A frigid night in Jerusalem; a tiny baby in a manger; a star that shone brilliantly to lead the shepherds and the wise men.
The greatest Gift of all.
I have promised myself I will take some time from the mayhem and merry-making on Christmas Day to stop and remember what our God did for us. I’ll acknowledge that His deep, infinite love is why He gave us the gift of eternal life through the sacrifice of His son, Jesus Christ. And I musn’t leave Jesus out. After all, He was the sacrificial Lamb, paying my sin debt, so that I could spend eternity in heaven.
And then there’s the Holy Spirit. Where would I be without Him? He comforts me, equips me to remain in God’s will and helps me to pray when I’m too addled to do it myself.
All this rolled into one fantastic gift! I am awed. The gift of salvation is the gift that keeps on giving. I am humbled He would bestow it upon undeserving me.
So this Christmas, I want to give something back. Though my offerings are mere piddlings compared to what I’ve received, my Heavenly Father deserves all that I have to give, and so much more. And yet, from my standpoint, it will never be enough.
Long ago I accepted this gracious gift. I keep it tucked away in my heart until such a time as this, when I take it out, examine it, savor it, celebrate it.
What about you? Have you accepted it?
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