I must say that I am not a shopper. I don’t like shopping. I don’t like comparing prices. I don’t like browsing. I am a hunter…I’m in and out. Make the kill, drag the carcass out. But last night as I was shopping with Jennifer, picking up a few final gifts for our kids, I dare say I had an epiphany.

Luik is now two years old, the age of awareness when it comes to trucks and cars and making explosions (all loves that never really leave a guy…I was kinda’ waiting for this age with him). Likewise, I was given the responsibility of getting boy-toys for Luik, as Jennifer confessed to having no clue what to purchase. Given our incredibly busy schedules, most of this was left to last night; fortunately stores stay open late for just such reasons.

As I was…ummm…hunting…I found myself completely and thoroughly engrossed in my task. I was shopping for my son. Buying boy things, like Matchbox cars, and tracks, and Thomas the Train, and Disney’s Cars. I don’t think I’ve ever had so much fun. And I don’t think I’ve ever been so fascinated with the toy section of a store…accept for maybe when I was a boy over twenty years ago.

Suddenly I realized that this is they very reason why my father, Peter, still buys me a toy each and every Christmas; he loves giving his son gifts…toys to play with…

…in a flash, the epiphany went a step further…

…this must be what our Heavenly Father feels like. Why would such emotions be limited to humans, if they first didn’t originate from our Creator? He loves to give good gifts to His children (Matt. 7:11, James 1:5). In fact, the very nature of God is generous at His core (Romans 5:8, John 3:16). Although the preaching of certain aspects of prosperity have been taken to extremes, this does not nullify the fact that our Daddy loves to lavish us with presents…a feeling I touched in a new way last night. I experienced, if you will, a new facet of the divine nature of God.

While my daughter, Eva, slept for her nap this afternoon, I was busy in the family room assembling her new dollhouse. Thinking of her delight when she sees it tomorrow. Dreaming of all the memories she’ll have playing with her dolls in it. And it was then I had another epiphany provoked in part by something my pastor said to Jennifer and I this week. It’s not just about what our kids will get, its about what we get as parents: The experience of watching. God gives to bless us, yes. But He gives because He loves to watch. Emphasis on He. In the end, its not even necessarily about the gift, but what the gift provokes…

…in both parties.

Here’s to all the children that will walk in new, profound joy in the morning…and to the father’s like me, and the Father Himself, who delight in the profound ability to give…

…because we just can’t help ourselves.

Merry Christmas,



wayne thomas batson · 25 Dec ’08 at 12:26 am

GREAT post, Christopher. That really hit me. Merry Christmas.

Never alone.


Shane Deal · 25 Dec ’08 at 1:53 am

Great post Christopher! Heather and I were talking about how much we enjoy giving gifts just the other night. There is a certain blessing you get when you give, it just comes with it, I think you’re right about it being a God thing.

Merry Christmas!


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