For the One who has everything

Christmas Eve of 1990, I glanced under the Christmas tree and noticed three boxes that were exactly alike. Each one had an attached name tag that meant the unknown treasure inside belonged to myself, and my siblings. Mom had each of us open the gift at the same time, which in retrospect, was not a good sign. As we tore thorough the wrapping with joyful glee and a hint of apprehension....we completed the task and awkwardly stopped. We each held forth a sweatshirt, but not just any sweatshirt, but one that had a picture of a cocker spaniel emblazoned on the front. A great gift for my sister, but a lousy gift for red blooded macho men such as Jay and I . Where could we wear these tokens of my mother's love? Absosmurfly nowhere!! Mom felt terrible, as she realized that we did not share her love for our puppy, and wish to display our emotions proudly for all the world to see.

Bad Gifts...there are loads of them out there. Examples are: Golfball Monogrammer, steak brander with logo of your favorite collegiate team, argyle socks, and any type of appliance for cooking, cleaning to be given to your wife. The only thing worse would be to give her a treadmill, a year long membership to Weight Watchers, or a girdle. Mistle toe would not help the love life in any of these situations.

So... Imagine how the wise men felt. What do you give someone who has it all. What if we were to draw names this Christmas, and instead of your lazy uncle Jack (that never works, and belches at the table, and has an opinion about everything and exhibits ignorance in each) you draw the name of Jesus.

What on Earth do you give him? Probably not a trivial pursuit game, or the latest U2 album, or a Honey Baked Ham, definately not kosher.

Perhaps we should give him something broken, worthless, and beautiful. Ourselves...that is the only gift worthy to give a King...our subjection, honor, worship.

Now...I need to go find a refrigerator box...and some Mickey Mouse wrapping paper.