{"id":1839,"date":"2012-12-06T20:31:48","date_gmt":"2012-12-06T20:31:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/irreverin.com\/?p=1839"},"modified":"2013-02-12T08:11:28","modified_gmt":"2013-02-12T15:11:28","slug":"week-1-day-4-our-every-gift","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/irreverin\/2012\/12\/week-1-day-4-our-every-gift\/","title":{"rendered":"Week 1, Day 4: Our Every Gift"},"content":{"rendered":"<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC \"-\/\/W3C\/\/DTD HTML 4.0 Transitional\/\/EN\" \"http:\/\/www.w3.org\/TR\/REC-html40\/loose.dtd\">\n<html><head><meta http-equiv=\"content-type\" content=\"text\/html; charset=utf-8\"><meta http-equiv=\"content-type\" content=\"text\/html; charset=utf-8\"><\/head><body><p>When I was a sophomore in college, my grandparents got new furniture, and got rid of the old. Among the outgoing stuff: two slate blue, la-z-boy recliners. They were, honestly, the most comfortable chairs on the planet. Plush and inviting, they rocked, they leaned back, they had just enough give and just enough support to make for the perfect sitting situation.\u00a0Imagine my great joy upon learning that these chairs needed new homes. One of them came to live with me, and transformed my tiny dorm room into\u00a0something downright homey. The chair was not only comfortable, and the perfect place for sitting to read and study (even if it did induce drowsiness) it was also infused with a dozen years worth of happy memories from Mamaw and Papaw\u2019s house on the farm.<\/p>\n<p>It\u2019s mate went to live with my cousin, Justin. Over the next 16 years or so, he and I each moved a bunch (I\u2019ve counted 15 times this chair has moved with me), we each got married, we each had babies, and we\u2019ve each grown more and more attached to our \u201cMarty Crane chairs.\u201d I rocked and nurse both babies in mine for the first year of their respective lives; Justin\u2019s wife,\u00a0Kelly,\u00a0rocked and\u00a0fed three babies in theirs\u2013including a set of twins! I can only imagine how those comfy, cushy arms would be the perfect place to rest one snoozing newborn head while the other sibling was finishing up lunch.<\/p>\n<p>My husband has, on numerous occasion and to his great peril, suggested getting rid of the chair. It is, after all, as old as anything, and the color, while not too loud, matches nothing in our house. \u201cOver your dead body,\u201d i\u2019ve told him. (Actually, I believe my exact words were, \u2018if i come home and this chair is gone, then you\u2019d better be gone with it!\u2019)<\/p>\n<p>Alas, 15 moves, two babies and a few spousal disputes later, I\u2019m finally admitting, today, that the chair has served its time in our family, and i\u2019m getting ready to head to the dump and say good-bye. I mean, I\u2019m fine with a chair that is shabby and falling apart, but it\u2019s gotten to be a tetanus hazard\u2013nails and staples and such sticking out from everywhere. I have visions of one of my children taking a dive into my chair and coming up minus a finger\u2026 so, out it goes, but i\u2019m not gonna lie\u2013there will be tears.<\/p>\n<p>I keep telling myself: It\u2019s. A. <em>CHAIR<\/em>. I am not really a sentimental person, and i do not get attached to material things. I don\u2019t save\u00a0baby clothes; i throw away most of the crap that makes it home from preschool; i don\u2019t\u00a0make cutesy scrapbooks and i don\u2019t even usually\u00a0have my pictures printed. If Snapfish and\/or facebook ever disappears, I will have little record of my kids\u2019 early years. But for some reason, this chair is breaking my heart.<\/p>\n<p>Maybe it\u2019s because this chair is the only thing i know that has been with me through every stage of life. I\u2019ve never grown tired of it, never felt the need for a newer, better model, and it\u2019s been, at all times, useful and worth having around. I mean, how many things in your life can say the same?<\/p>\n<p>I also know that I\u2019d feel better if my chair were going to the Habitat Re-store, where another family would love it and sit in it and feel so warm and loved. But I don\u2019t want their kids to get lockjaw, either. And there\u2019s just something really depressing about a municipal landfill, you know?<\/p>\n<p>Still and all, here is the Advent message of all this\u2026\u00a0 Christmas is not all about presents.\u00a0In fact,\u00a0the consumer and material impulses of the season can diminish entirely the true meaning. And yet, with each gift that we give,\u00a0there is hope: that\u00a0the recipient of said gift will find it to be meaningful, useful, and\/or comforting, in a way that is lasting and\u2013dare i say\u2013transformational. We hope that the Christmas tree ornament we give our spouse will remind them, for years to come, of our first Christmas together, or of a special trip we took in a given year. We hope that our daughters will have\u00a0fond memories of\u00a0a doll house,\u00a0enough to save it\u00a0for their\u00a0own little girls. We hope that our boys will always remember their first bike, their first football, their <em>Red Ryder BB gun<\/em> <em>with a compass in the stock, and this thing which tells time!\u201d <\/em><\/p>\n<p>When we give a gift, we give life and witness\u00a0to our hope: that the joy of Christmas morning will stay with our loved ones all the days of their lives.\u00a0\u00a0We know that memories are born around that tree.\u00a0\u00a0While material things are so often of little use or importance, some of them can stay with us for a very, very long time and take us, always, to a place where we are loved and cared for and truly at home. May it be so with everything we give, and all that we receive in this blessed season.<\/p>\n<p><em>Prayer\u00a0 <\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>God of our every gift\u2013guide us to give in a true spirit of love and generosity. Teach us to share with the needy and the poor, whom we will never meet, just as fully as we share with our own family. Forgive us when our attachment to things keeps us from making room in our lives, in our hearts, and in this season, for the coming gift of your love. Fill us with your mercy, and replace all that has been lost with the hope of good news to come. 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