Each paper doll on the wall represents one person helped by our Christmas campaign for Charity: Water.
And here's a video of my daughter explaining the paper dolls to our 15 month old. So cute!
And then I found this.“What does Jesus get for His birthday?”The words hung… strung me up.I say the words into the black. Um… A cake? Our love?I can hear him turn again in the bed, roll over on the pillow. Restless…“But Mom…. if we get wrapped presents for our birthdays, real sacrifices from people who love us — they gave up other things to give something to us — then why don’t we do that for Jesus’ birthday?”I stand at the door looking into all that light cast down the hallway.Why is the sky blue, why do we blink, how do clouds hold all that water, the children ask me a thousand questions and the world spins dizzy on a million questions I don’t know the answers to.I stand in the dark, the light right there, and I grope for the answer that could change the world…“Why don’t we give up things so we can give to Jesus for His birthday?”- “If it is Jesus’ birthday, why do we give each other presents?”
What if he didn't know? What if it was an honest mistake? The line curved - maybe he thought it split into two. Maybe he didn't mean to cut.
Now, this thought certainly didn't come from me. I'm not quick to extend grace, though heaven knows how often I need it myself. But there it was.
And in thinking about it now, I wonder how often I'm quick to think the worst of people, quick to judge their actions. It's possible, perhaps even likely, that those people cutting in line knew exactly what they were doing and were just trying to get ahead. But it's also possible that they didn't. Why did I jump to the worst conclusion?And why do I think of this tonight? Because tonight I was the idiot who drove 4 miles down a windy country road with my high beams on.
|Alas, poor Yorick...|