My heart was racing. How were the kids going to react to what I was about to tell them? Looking at a small bunch of singing kids, I knew Sunday school was moving along nicely. The devotion was next on the program, and that was my responsibility.
Moving to the front, carrying a small present, I knew I had the kids’ attention. “Have anyone gotten any nice presents lately?” I smiled, trying to calm myself. A few hands shot up; they obviously knew what a present was. “Well, I guess you want to know what’s inside of this one, huh? But I need some help, who would like to help me?” Picking a random student, I waited while he made his way up front. Then I handed him the present and watched while he opened it. Not knowing what was inside, the kids were excited to see the content. “It’s empty.” I could feel the disappointment of my students. “Oh, no, it’s not empty!” I was quick to add, as the present without its wrapping looked to be just an empty cardboard box.
Removing the tape that held the box together, we could all see it was a cross. “Can you see what it says?” I held up the cross. Hands shot up again. “Jesus.”
I love gifts. I love giving them, but more than that, I adore receiving them. When I give a gift, it’s my way of showing the other person I love him or her. Receiving a gift puts a smile on my face.
I believe the giver has good intentions.
He or she wants me to be to be happy.
I feel loved.
You can probably imagine how much I love Christmas. Not just because of the presents. I love to be reminded of the ultimate gift. It might be wrapped as a nice dinner with my family. After unwrapping it, I see it’s the ultimate sacrifice. Not pretty at all. But at the same time: Beautiful. It’s the best gift of all, and it’s given to me by the ultimate friend. Jesus.
He has good intentions.
He wants me to have good things.
I am loved.
I anticipate the presents under the tree. I cherish the gift I’ve already been given: The gift of Jesus Christ.
And as I told the children in Sunday school: He is the greatest gift of all.
In His love,