I love watching my daughters on Christmas morning. As the youngest members of the family, Leah and Sydney are usually tasked with the job of pulling the presents out from under the tree and distributing them to the rest of the family. It’s an important responsibility. And one year it offered an amazingly simple lesson in the beauty of grace.
This short post is a re-post of one of my favorite Christmas reflections. Enjoy.
I remember the first Christmas the girls did this together. They were busy grabbing presents and sorting them into different piles. After a few minutes, I realized what was happening. The girls were shoving the presents for the adults off to the side and pulling their own presents into two large piles right in front of the tree.
“Of course,” I thought, “they’re just trying to find presents for themselves. Greedy little urchins. Must take after their mother.”
I quickly realized how wrong I was.
They weren’t building their own little stash. They were trying to find the presents they had made for each other. One after another, they held out their little treasures, watching with delight as their sister received these gifts of grace.
In my brokenness, I had assumed that they must be greedily hoarding presents for themselves. Instead, they taught me about grace. There is nothing like a small child, eyes bright with excitement, wanting only to give. In that exchange, there was no merit, no earning, no shame—only the joy of giving…only grace.
Apparently they take after their mother after all.
I can easily imagine God being like that—eyes bright with excitement, unmoved by words like “ought” or “deserve,” interested only in reaching into his pile of presents under the tree, eager to share the things that he made specially for us.
A son, a sacrifice, a savior. A gift joyfully given. The good news of the grace of God (Acts 20:24).