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Three gifts.

11.11.18

It feels forever ago. It was 17 years ago when we were expecting our first child and we decided we didn’t want to get wrapped up in wrapped-up things for Christmas. We decided we were going to do things in our family a little differently.

We wanted gift giving to be an opportunity to shepherd our children as well as an opportunity to give them good things. And so, we give them 3 gifts. That’s it. 3 gifts. From us. Not from Santa. From Mom and Dad. And, these three gifts symbolize those of the wise men. Each year, before we open gifts, we read the Christmas story, emphasizing the wise men who sought out Jesus, the incarnate God, sharing the significance of each individual gift before they open their three gifts.

The wise men brought Jesus myrrh. 
Myrrh was a valuable gift of practical use—it was used medicinally for all sorts of ailments from coughs to open wounds. It was a good gift to bring a mother of a new baby. It was something she could use to care for her baby well. And, it demonstrated the gift giver’s concern and hope that the baby would be healthy and have every one of his needs met. It was also used for something else though; it was used for embalming and anointing the dead. And, so, it was a prophetic gift, meaning that it showed people something that was to come in the future, already setting up the Gospel story from the beginning. God’s son would have to die.

Our children’s first gift is a practical gift, something they can use, that meets a need they have—a piece of clothing, some sheets for their bed, a bike helmet, something like that. Sometimes they get excited about this one; sometimes they aren’t as excited. But, we make sure they know that we are giving it to show them our love for them and our hope that they will be cared for well and that all their needs will be met.

The wise men brought Jesus frankincense.
Frankincense is the purest form of incense and was used in worship. When burned, its white smoke and sweet smell would symbolize prayers going up to heaven. It creates a meaningful experience for the one who uses it as well as everyone else around. Like the first gift, it’s also symbolic and prophetic. Jesus is little like Frankincense. He is fully God, Emmanuel, God with us, and the only way to heaven. Because of Him, we can have a relationship with God and talk to him in prayer directly.

Our children’s second gift, likewise, is an experiential gift, something not tangible but something meaningful to us as a family—tickets to some sort of show or a special movie, a night out at the ball park, something like that. One year, we gave our horse-loving little girl a “pony ride” which simply involved a trip to Aunt Charlotte’s house where she got to ride her horse in a circle. She loved it. This gift may or may not cost a whole lot, but the value of it is precious. Typically, I make up some sort of graphic on the computer that is like a gift certificate for whatever their specific experience gift is and give it to them in an envelope along with a business card, ticket, or brochure for the event if there is something like that. These are the gifts our children remember year to year and often cost us the least.

The wise men brought Jesus gold.
Gold was as valuable then as it is now. It was a precious and sacrificial gift on the part of the wise men who gave it. Some say this gold paid for the holy family’s trip to Egypt that they took right away to protect Jesus’ life. Just like the other gifts, it was also a very symbolic gift in that gold was a gift given to princes when they were born. And, that is what Jesus is—royalty, a King in the line of David, King of the world, King of the whole universe, and King of our hearts. When we become a follower of Jesus, we are adopted into God’s family and we too become princes and princesses, heirs to the throne. We don’t deserve it; no matter how good we are, we won’t ever be good enough to deserve it. But, because of Jesus, God sees us like He sees His own Son. He sees us as His children. And, we become more and more like Him.

Our children’s third and last gift is a gold gift, something they really really want (or we think they’d really want). Sometimes these gifts have been a little more costly—like a lego set or a sweet new scooter. And, sometimes, they really aren’t costly at all, but just something we know they really want, something that is like gold to them. One year, the boys’ gold gifts came from Craigslist and cost a grand total of $25 put together—secondhand pet box turtles. It’s the gift that we just want to give to them because we love them and want to bless them. And, we tell them so as we present each gift to each one them.

Of course, they have grandparents and aunts and uncles, all of whom dote on our children. And, they’ve taken to choosing small gifts for each other that they pay for with their own money (which is a teachable moment in and of itself). So, yes, they do actually get more than 3 gifts and get into Black Friday deals and all the seasonal hoopla.

But, our three gifts are one way that we’ve sought to set them up to better understand that Christmas is not simply about festive music on the radio, Rudolph, sparkly trees, cookies and milk, and boxes wrapped up with fancy bows. They sure do make Christmas fun; we don’t deny that. But, they aren’t what defines Christmas; Jesus does.

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Posted by Kelly the Overthinker
Filed Under: Traditions

To my husband on Father’s Day 2017

6.18.17

Dear husband,

It’s Father’s Day. The kids made you cards. Evan complained that Ashlyn’s once again was better than everyone else’s and made theirs looked like garbage. I made you blueberry pancakes for breakfast but had to make the kids all chocolate chip ones because they didn’t want blueberries and it look so long that I barely got to sit down before kids were finished and forgetting to clear their plates. We were a few minutes late to church, and the kids fussed afterwards about avoiding any “conversation traps” so they could get home to argue over…I mean admire…the new kittens. Our picnic was moved inside given that it was so hot and our dining room was about 5 degrees cooler. The food was awesome though; I hardly minded Lydia crying over not having enough alone time with the kittens.

I hope you enjoyed your day, your perfectly imperfect Father’s Day with two teeny kittens frolicking in the sunroom and 4 not-so-teeny kids, 1/2 of whom give me lip about taking their picture. It was good, not because of any real significant moments but because of lots of insignificant ones. That’s kind of where most of the good stuff seems to be anyway.

I’m not going to tell you you’re the best father in the world; I wouldn’t even know how that role is measured. But, I will tell you you’re the best father for these four. Lydia said whenever she wants to wrestle, you wrestle her. Drew said whenever he wants to go to Goodwill to find something for a project or wants to make something and needs your help, you make time for him. Ashlyn said that whenever one of them isn’t happy, you cheer them up. Evan said that you agreed to new kitties—which I interpret as even though you weren’t thrilled about the responsibility and commitment of new kittens, you said yes because you knew it was what he needed. You may not be the best father in the world; I don’t know what that means and who would want that title anyway? You, my dear, are the father they need. You are the father I need to be by my side. And, as Lydia worded it, “I love you more than any father in the world.”

Thanks for loving them and loving me everyday in spite of days that never seem to go as planned and a little poo outside the litter box…metaphorically speaking, of course…

 

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Posted by Kelly the Overthinker
Filed Under: Mark, Traditions, why can't they just stay little forever

the amazing grace in Silent Night

12.26.16

Everything was set. Together, the team had planned exactly what they were going to do and were excited about it. Surely, this would be their best team effort ever. They arrived to the village where they would be serving on December 23rd. But, there was a problem, a big problem. The St. Nicholas’ church organ wasn’t working and would not be repaired before Christmas. What would they do now? They needed the organ. Their entire plan rested on the music of that organ. Had someone told them about the broken organ as the team planned for this trip, they could have prepared. They could have brought other instruments or changed the plans somehow. Maybe they would have gone somewhere else entirely to a different church that would have the organ they needed. But, they were here now with no time to change the plan. Christmas was only two days away. They had to press on. They’d still offer the programs they had planned as close to the original plans as possible; but it would all take place in someone’s home instead. It wasn’t what they wanted, but it would have to work. Those who came enjoyed it; those who pulled it off shrugged their shoulders and struggled. It wasn’t all they had wanted to be. They trusted that God would redeem what seemed mediocre.

Josef Mohr was struggling too. He was one of the pastors at the organ-less church. He had so wanted to give those he shepherded more this Christmas. But, he just felt the church didn’t have enough; he wasn’t enough. Inviting this foreign team to come was his last effort to give his church something more. What they arrived and saw there was no organ, he was sure that this would be another failure. But, they rallied. They somehow pulled together and changed the plan and gave his church something remarkable after all. He didn’t see it as mediocre at all.

Josef remembered something he himself had planned years earlier. It was just a simple poem he had written in a moment of inspiration. He had never done anything more with it. But, if that team can do something beautiful in the face of a broken organ, maybe he could too. He dug out that old poem and took it to Franz Xaver Gruber who had been the church organist when they had had an organ that worked. He told him about the foreign team and his desire to be like them and redeem setbacks for good.

A few hours later, Josef and Franz welcomed people into the organ-less church where Franz stood in front of the pews facing the people instead of sitting with his back to them at an organ. He played a tune on his guitar that he had just created and sang the words Josef had written.

Silent night, holy night!
All is calm, all is bright.
Round yon Virgin, Mother and Child.
Holy infant so tender and mild,
Sleep in heavenly peace,
Sleep in heavenly peace.

Silent night, holy night!
Shepherds quake at the sight.
Glories stream from heaven afar
Heavenly hosts sing Alleluia,
Christ the Savior is born!
Christ the Savior is born.

Silent night, holy night!
Son of God love’s pure light.
Radiant beams from Thy holy face
With dawn of redeeming grace,
Jesus Lord, at Thy birth
Jesus Lord, at Thy birth.

200 years after Franz sang those lyrics for the first time for his tiny little church in a tiny little village in Austria, we’re still singing them here in our own living room with my son Drew who is just learning to strum and in classrooms in China as teachers explain to students how Americans celebrate our most important holiday of the year.

A broken organ. A leader who felt unable. A man who couldn’t do what he was hired to do. A team of people who felt called to a little place no one else really wanted to go, doubted that calling when they discovered what looked like a major setback, but rallied to be obedient within the context they were given. A series of events that looked like challenges that could ruin something good that instead were opportunities that led to one of the most beautiful creative expressions celebrating what God did for His people through Christmas.

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Posted by Kelly the Overthinker
Filed Under: China, Traditions

Overthinking Christmas Gifts {the story behind the gifts under our tree}

12.15.16

From the very start of our parenting careers when we had a 9-month old celebrating his first Christmas with us, we’ve done Christmas gifting a bit atypically than most. And, pretty much every year since, we’ve been asked to share it. There was no blogosphere back in the olden days of 2002; we shared about it…well…with words…like aloud. But, since the whole blogging thing became a thing and then Pinterest and all those other platforms on the world wide Interweb, I’ve been sharing about our tradition in real words and virtual words. I don’t want to try to convince you that you need to do it too. No need for that. But, maybe part of it will resonate with you and you can put your own spin on it to do Christmas a bit atypically too.

xmas-tree-2016-1-2It all started because we wanted gifts to really mean something. All gifts do really. We know that. They are a way to bless and show people they matter. But, we wanted something more than what gift giving could become. We wanted gift giving to be an opportunity for shepherding our children. And, so, we decided we would give them 3 gifts. That’s it. 3 gifts. From us. Not from Santa. From Mom and Dad. And, these three gifts symbolize those of the wise men. Each year, before we open gifts, we read the Christmas story, emphasizing the wise men who sought out Jesus, the incarnate God, sharing the significance of each individual gift they brought to baby Jesus before they open their three gifts.

The wise men brought Jesus myrrh. 
Myrrh was a valuable gift of practical use—it was used medicinally for all sorts of ailments from coughs to open wounds. It was a good gift to bring a mother of a new baby. It was something she could use to care for her baby well. And, it demonstrated the gift giver’s concern and hope that the baby would be healthy and have every one of his needs met. It was also used for something else though; it was used for embalming and anointing the dead. And, so, it was a prophetic gift, meaning that it showed people something that was to come in the future, already setting up the Gospel story from the beginning. God’s son would have to die.

Our children’s first gift is a practical gift, something they can use, that meets a need they have—a piece of clothing, some sheets for their bed, a bike helmet, something like that. Sometimes they get excited about this one; sometimes they aren’t as excited. But, we make sure they know that we are giving it to show them our love for them and our hope that they will be cared for well and that all their needs will be met.

The wise men brought Jesus frankincense.
Frankincense is the purest form of incense and was used in worship. When burned, its white smoke and sweet smell would symbolize prayers going up to heaven. It creates a meaningful experience for the one who uses it as well as everyone else around. Like the first gift, it’s also symbolic and prophetic. Jesus is little like Frankincense. He is fully God, Emmanuel, God with us, and the only way to heaven. Because of Him, we can have a relationship with God and talk to him in prayer directly.

Our children’s second gift, likewise, is an experiential gift, something not tangible but something meaningful to us as a family—tickets to some sort of show or a special movie (ahem…Star Wars perhaps), a night out at the ball park, something like that. One year, we gave our horse-loving toddler a “pony ride” which simply involved a trip to Aunt Charlotte’s house where she got to ride her horse in a circle. She loved it. This gift may or may not cost a whole lot (it even could be free), but the value of it is precious. Typically, I make up some sort of graphic on the computer that is like a gift certificate for whatever their specific experience gift is and give it to them in an envelope along with a business card, ticket, or brochure for the event if there is something like that. These are the gifts our children remember year to year and often cost us the least.

The wise men brought Jesus gold.
Gold was as valuable then as it is now. It was a precious and sacrificial gift on the part of the wise men who gave it. Some say this gold paid for the holy family’s trip to Egypt that they took right away to protect Jesus’ life. Just like the other gifts, it was also a very symbolic gift in that gold was a gift given to princes when they were born. And, that is what Jesus is—royalty, a King in the line of David, King of the world, King of the whole universe, and King of our hearts. When we become a follower of Jesus, we are adopted into God’s family and we too become princes and princesses, heirs to the throne. We don’t deserve it; no matter how good we are, we won’t ever be good enough to deserve it. But, because of Jesus, God sees us like He sees His own Son. He sees us as His children. And, we become more and more like Him.

Our children’s third and last gift is a gold gift, something they really really want (or we think they’d really want). Sometimes these gifts are a little more costly—like a sweet new scooter or a bow and arrow set complete with a quiver. And, sometimes, they really aren’t costly at all, but just something we know they really want, something that is like gold to them (three years ago, the boys’ gold gifts came from Craigslist and cost a grand total of $25 put together—secondhand pet box turtles). It’s the gift that it’s logical or maybe makes sense. It’s the gift that we just want to give to them because we love them and want to bless them. And, we tell them so before we give them.

Of course, they have grandparents and aunts and uncles, all of whom do a good job of blessing our children with little packages of varied material value. And, we encourage them to choose small gifts for each other that they pay for with their own money which is a great opportunity for shepherding in and of itself. This year, our children sold a few things they no longer needed and did chores to make the money they needed to buy specific gifts they wanted to give each other. So, yes, they do actually get more than 3 gifts on Christmas. Deprived they are not. But, even if they didn’t, we’d do what we do with 3 gifts only because we have experienced the blessing it is to all of us–each one of them individually, us as their parents, and the unity of the family.

 

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Posted by Kelly the Overthinker
Filed Under: Traditions

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