Giving is one of the most rewarding actions I have ever known. Don’t get me wrong, I loved the birthday and Christmas presents Mama and Daddy got me. But in our family it stopped at the door. It was a family thing. Oh, I enjoyed drawing names in our Class at school and in Sunday School. I loved the atmosphere at our church when kids were chosen to deliver packages thru out the church as names were called.
Daddy was always my pastor growing up. He and mama would ‘ALWAYS’ buy and wrap several extra packages. Mama was very sharp. she watched to see who did not get something and a name was quickly added to a package. NO ONE left the church without a gift. Funny back then a gift was a gift, the value was ‘not’ important. It was hearing YOUR name called.
I have had two men come up to me since I grew up and returned to our home town. Each thanked me for gifts that I do not remember giving. Both were from very poor homes at the times. One was a single shot .22 hunting rifle, I remember having it, but not giving it away, when I joined the USMC.
Sherry and I have always practiced the same trend. We stayed within our home for ‘gifts’. These gifts were always paid for. We never borrowed for Christmas, that seemed to ruin the thought of Christmas for us. We had friends who started complaining toward the end of January, about the bills they had to pay. It has ALWAYS been our practice, if you cannot buy it you must live without it.
We have been very fortunate, our health has always been good. Giving is part of our life. I love giving coins to kids. (I think Sherry is beginning to like writing checks, uh huh!)
It is not really giving something you own, if you must borrow to do it. Just my opinion.
Thanks for coming this way.
LITTLE Luke ASKED HIS GRANDMA HOW OLD SHE WAS.
GRANDMA ANSWERED, "39 AND HOLDING." Luke THOUGHT FOR A MOMENT, AND THEN SAID, "AND HOW OLD WOULD YOU BE IF YOU LET GO?"
Look at this one:
The Fascination never got off the ground!