The Gift You Gave Me_A Short Story
I remember the gift in the pretty wrap.
When I saw it the first time it was trembling in your hands.
My first thought was,
“Why is his hand shaking?”
My second was,
“Wow, what a beautiful wrap.”
It was the first gift you gave me.
I smiled into your eyes as I unwrapped it.
It was a beautiful leather-bound Bible.
I was overjoyed.
In my book, it cost a tonne.
I knew you had taken your time to think of the best gift.
I loved you even more for it.
It was the first Bible I had ever been given as a gift and it was beautiful in every way.
I thought about you when I wrote in its margins the first time.
I thought about how you had shared your own story of faith with me and how it led me to believe.
I grew up in a home without God.
The Name Jesus was a curse word.
I had hated Christians as well as any other “organised” religion or its religious people.
You taught me that there was a difference.
You made God seem so near.
I had only thought of Him as the Santa Claus in the sky.
Or the fearful Master that was out to get people for wanting a little bit of fun in their lives.
But when I heard the gospel for the first time…I mean when I really heard it, it cut me to my soul.
I felt so dirty.
So weighed down.
And then I heard the hope.
Even though I was a sinner, Jesus Christ, God Himself in the flesh, had paid the price for me.
I thought about all the horrible things I had said, thought and done.
It was still hard sometimes to believe that I could be loved and forgiven by Him.
You also forgave me even when you knew the things I had done.
You remind me of Jesus.
When I read the scriptures and see your life, I understand a little better what loving like Him looks like.
Soma is just a year old, but I read to her sometimes from the Bible you gave me.
I pray some day soon she’ll understand that Jesus loves her.
And when she’s old enough, I pray she’ll have a man to walk beside her that loves her just as you’ve loved me.
I trust that you’d do the right thing where you are.
I know you’ll make us proud.
I slipped this note into your Bible.
When it’s your turn to speak, I know you’ll say the truth.
I’ll be praying for you.
Tell them what your hope is in.
Oh, and thank you for the gift you gave me. I know I’ve said a million times over all these years.