A little bit about the book I'm writing, untitled as of now:

April despairs of ever reaching her teenage daughter. Her sweet girl is brilliant beyond words, but has grown dangerously troubled since the death of her father.

Nick, a gifted teacher, gave up on his father a couple of decades ago. His dad's experience in communist Romania left him so emotionally scarred, he's not capable of a real relationship, not even with his only son.


But when 15-year old Sierra wanders into old Luca's yard, new bonds begin to form, old stories come to light, and life begins to change for all of them.

Friday, December 30, 2011

A Christmas Meditation: It is More Blessed to Give than to Receive

My daughter said to me yesterday, “I know this sounds crazy, but opening all the presents and spending money makes me feel fat.” Christmas has always been something of a binge at our house. It’s no different than at just about any other American home. But I get why it makes her feel fat. When it’s all done, I’m ready to start living like a monk.

This December I found a little lump in the pit of my stomach and with every shopping trip it grew. All the buying and splurging made me uneasy. I began saying a prayer every time I entered the stores with the throngs of shoppers: “Next year, may my family be the kind of family that celebrates Christmas in a Christlike way.”

I worry I’m being a killjoy, but honestly, spending money on toy after toy and luxury after luxury seems out of sync with celebrating the one who said, “It is more blessed to give than to receive” and told his listeners more than once to sell their possessions and give the money to the poor.

I read about a couple of families who celebrated Christmas by buying or making presents for Jesus. The presents they opened were confirmation of a new well they’d purchased for an African village or sponsoring a child through World Vision, a poem someone had written for him and so on. Their celebrations centered on a candlelight service, reading the Christmas story, and baking for their neighbors.

Am I the only one who reads something like that and drinks it in like a sweet breath of fresh air?

There’s absolutely nothing wrong with exchanging a few presents. But if it feels like a binge, even to a 12-year old, there’s something off. I’m guessing it will take a year or two before my kids could possibly see giving as a better celebration than getting. And for it to really click, they need to see it in action in the adults around them.

Last year I had a theme for my life: God’s love. And I have to say it gave me a lot of comfort in some trying times. This year, I’d like to have another theme: It is more blessed to give than to receive.

So much of my life focuses on me: my goals, my comfort, my time. I want to receive that blessing of givng other people the chance to focus on their goals and their comfort for a change. I want to understand what it means to be blessed through giving. And so I’m thinking of it as a present to be opened at every opportunity: giving wherever possible. It’s a lofty goal for someone like me. It will be a learning experience for sure. But by Christmas 2012, with God’s grace, my family might be ready to open that present of giving too.


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