Texts: Proverbs 22:8-9; James 2:14-18
We receive many different kinds of gifts in life. Some of them are heartwarming such as the plaster of Paris turtle-like figurine a second grader brings home from school to her mother. Some gifts are full of love if not much earthly value. Sweaters knitted by grandmothers fall into this category. And some gifts are just plain weird. One Christmas when I was a kid we were exchanging gifts with some extended family members when my mother opened up a package. She smiled and said “Oh My” the way you do when you are staring at something that defies description. She pulled out of the box a piece of canvas that had wooden handles on both ends. She held it up to show everyone in the room, still smiling and saying thank you to the gift giver, before hesitantly asking, “What is it?” The gift giver said proudly, “It’s a log tote. You put your logs in it when you are carrying wood in to build a fire.” I have to tell you, when you live in an apartment without a fire place, in the desert of West Texas where temperatures can still hit ninety degrees in the winter, the times you need a log tote can be counted on less than one hand.