Gifts and The Gift
Have you finished your Christmas shopping? If not, let me suggest of few of my favorites found on sites that cater to the rich and famous.
For a mere $111,000 you can give the EMC Time Hunter wrist watch. It’s a work of haute horlogerie and crafted to meet exacting levels of chronometric performance. Not only does it provide accurate time, but it keeps track of your IDR (individual daily rhythms).
Do you want something really nice for the lady in your life? How about a new handbag? Gucci has just the item. It’s a black, top handle bag made of soft crocodile with a leather lining, complete with a gold belt and buckle. It’s almost a steal at $31,000.
Last but not least is the perfect stocking stuffer, a bottle of Bespoke Penhaligon's personal perfume. For just $46,000 master perfumer, Alberto Morillas, will take customers on a 10 month journey where, during two one-to-one consultations, he will craft a scent that uniquely matches their personality.
Since most of us don't have the bank account for such extravagant gifts we would do well to take our gift-giving cues from the first Christmas observance. What God gave on that first Christmas morn could not be purchased at any price. He gave himself, wrapped up in the fragility of a human baby laid in a manger. He gave his love, wrapped in the words and deeds of one who demonstrated the real essence of human compassion. He gave the gift that changed people's lives, not for a season but for an eternity.
As a gift to you I share my poem, simply entitled Gifts and The Gift.
Gifts – they call to us, asking to be pondered, stirring our wonder, rarely unnoticed, rightly adorned.
Gifts – boxes and bows, the glitter of anticipation, tempting us to peek, to shake, or to make some subtle move, hoping to satisfy our
baited curiosity, giving us some hint of the unexpected, even before the bows are undone.
Gifts – those words oft unspoken, that marvelous, mystical interchange from one heart to another, that melding of gladness embodied,
beautifully graced with the wrapping of unspeakable love.
Gifts – a simple exchange of human kindness, meant to thrill the receiver, while thrilling most the one who gave.
Gift – He calls to us, asking us to ponder, stirring us to wonder, calling for our notice, heavenly adorned.
Gift – announced by a star inexplicable, delivered to a stall uninhabitable, accompanied by the mystery, a miraculous melding of
human and divine.
Gift – no glitter, except in the turn of an angel’s wing; no bow, except in knotted threads of some pauper’s swaddling clothes.
Gift – so precious, yet unassuming, an eternal treasure hidden beneath the folds of a carpenter’s apron, held tightly in the arms of a
virgin wrongly scorned.
Gift – a treasure fit for kings, though viewed with all suspicion, delivered instead to poor and humble shepherds, whose loving kingdom
was yet to come.
Gift – The Gift by which all other gifts are lesser copies, obscured by the sparkle of His divinity, diminished by the glitter of
divinely-wrapped love.
Gift – For God so loved the world that he gave “The Gift,” meant to thrill the receiver, while thrilling most the One who gave.
