“God loves it when the giver delights in the giving.” 2 Corinthians 9:10
Many Christmas seasons ago, I met a family who had recently relocated to our city. One evening the mother called the church office where I worked and said, “We have no gas in the car, and my husband needs to get to work.” A twenty-dollar fill-up led to a $2,000 check from the church to get their furniture out of storage.
Then, one day I met the three children—all under age six. The minute I saw their eyes, my compassion for their situation got in the way of being sensible, and I became Mrs. Santa Claus. Our best friends heard of my mission to provide this family with gifts and food for Christmas, and together we shopped, purchased, wrapped, and delivered a celebration fit for the King. It probably was the best Christmas ever—full of delight for all of us.
However, shortly after the holidays, I learned this sweet family had hit up many churches and all the public institutions available in the community. Then, they packed up the furniture we got out of hock for them and moved on to another town to start over. At first, I felt foolish and betrayed. Then, I saw in my mind the eyes of the children when we delivered the packages and food. Regardless of the parents’ deceit, I knew I’d do it all over again.
Dear Lord, help me remember that when I give a gift, I leave it at their door, just as you did through the gift of the Savior. Amen.