“I’m going to get you something,” he said. Maybe he was five years old. “I’m not sure of what, but I’ll think of something.”
I thought that was nice but my attention was already moving on to greeting the next people coming out of church. As he was walking away with his parents I said, “Hey! What’s your name? “Jesus!” he replied.
Now in print those five letters read out loud and clear, don’t they.But, I’d been speaking Spanish and the boy had answered “Hey-Zoos!” accent on the “Zoos.” But, I saw the word “Jesus” in my head and heard it in my heart.
Ever since, I have felt that I have been given a unique gift this Christmas. The child reminded me that Christmas itself is my gift, the one the boy had been thinking about.
So, I am grateful for the Divine Child in the manger and the gift of grace that He brings to our world, to you and to me. I’ve always thought that inattention or rejection of a gift is one of the worst things you can do to someone. Accepting a gift with thanks is one of the best things you can do.
The Lord has given me a grateful heart as a Christmas present this year. Little “Hey-zoos” can forget about finding a present for me, I already have his gift.