Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows. ~James 1:7
Why did He do it? A shack would have sufficed, but He gave us a mansion. Did He have to give the birds a song and the mountains a peak? Was He required to put stripes on the zebra and the hump on the camel? . . . Why wrap creation in such splendor? Why go to such trouble to give such gifts?
Why do you? You do the same. I’ve seen you searching for a gift. I’ve seen you stalking the malls and walking the aisles. I’m not talking about the obligatory gifts. . . .I’m talking about the extra-special gift. . . . Why do you do it? . . .
You do it so the heart will stop. You do it so the jaw will drop. You do it to hear those words of disbelief, “You did this for me?”
That’s why you do it. And that is why God did it. Next time a sunrise steals your breath or a meadow of flowers leaves you speechless, remain that way. Say nothing and listen as heaven whispers, “Do you like it? I did it just for you.”
~Do you have to ask? Max Lucado, The Great House of God
Yes. I am extremely tired. Not many words are coming together for a sensible post, but the desire to inspire is still there. So I hope you’ve enjoyed Lucado once more. He says it much better than I ever could.
And remember the greatest gift of all at this time of year: a baby wrapped in swaddling clothes would one day become a man, the God-man, hanging on a cross to take away our sins.
Thanks be to God for His gift that is too wonderful for words. ~2 Corinthians 9:15