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Faith, Illustration

Every Good and Perfect Gift

Posted: December 23, 2017 at 4:04 pm   /   by   /   comments (0)

A sliver of light cast across my eye, stirring me from my slumber. I awake to find my face, my body, each individual finger and toe completely encased in wrapping paper. I tear into the paper covering my face and take in the sweetest breath of air. I turn to see another body next to me, also wrapped up, just as I was. I tear the paper from what I now see to be a beautiful woman’s face and she inhales an invigorating breath. Her eyes are bright and she looks me in the eyes and says, “I love you.”

Confused, I look around to see my bed, my nightstand, dresser and even the walls covered in wrapping paper. I’ve never been a fan of wall paper, but I could get used to this! The shiny green paper adorning the bedroom door slowly moves as three little human figures push in, also wrapped in paper, all but their faces. Three boys with smiles on their faces each saying, in their own way, “Good morning, dad!”

“Dad!?” What is happening right now? I get out of bed and head over to the bathroom. In what seems to be a theme, the toilet, the sink… All covered in wrapping paper. Even the faucet is wrapped up. I have to tear the paper from it so the water can flow out. I splash the cold water on my face and consider what an amazing day this has been in the 10 minutes I’ve been awake.

After unwrapping the shower, my dresser, closet and clothes for the day, I make my way downstairs carefully (wrapping paper-covered stairs are incredibly slick). I walk into the eat-in kitchen and see my family, now unwrapped, gathered around the recently unwrapped dining room table. My wife, lovingly delivers a paper-encapsulated plate, which I quickly rip into. Eggs, bacon, biscuits and more bacon.

As I finish my breakfast, my watch goes off. I look to my wife who hands me a wrapped up briefcase. “I have a job!?” She nods. “I HAVE A JOB!!!! Kids, daddy has to go to work.”

“Shoes on,” my red-headed middle boy says with joy, bringing me a pair of wrapped-up dress shoes. “I have shoes, too!? WOW!” Slipping on the shoes and grabbing my briefcase, I head toward the door.

“Don’t forget your coffee and keys, honey!” I have a car? Coffee? What is this beverage in this mug, covered in wrapping paper? I poke a hole in top and take a sip… OW! Hot coffee… Delicious. I get in the car after tearing the bow and paper from it. I pause, reflecting on the morning I’ve had so far and I break down in tears. What have I done to deserve any of this? Who is it that found it in their hearts to give me all these amazing gifts today and why do they keep coming? Why is this day any different from any other? Then I remembered the verse that was read before my baptism the night before: “For by grace you have been saved through faith. And this is not your own doing; it is the gift of God, not a result of works, so that no one may boast,” Paul wrote in Ephesians 2:8-9.

By God’s grace, I have been saved through faith in Jesus Christ. I glance over to the passenger seat and see another present, wrapped in gold and encrusted with precious stones. I carefully unwrap it to reveal a Bible. A ribbon placed at James 1:17, “Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights with whom there is no variation or shadow due to change.

The realization of the occurrences of the day so far take me all the way back to waking up, tearing the paper from my face and inhaling that first breath of consciousness. My life, my breath, my home, my family, running water, food, a table, shoes, job, car, this Bible in my hand… All of them are good and perfect gifts. Why I ever took these things for granted is beyond my comprehension, but it will no longer be the case.

“Thank you Lord for loving me, and thank you Lord for blessing me. Thank you Lord for making me whole and saving my soul! Please reveal Your will for me so I can serve You for eternity. Use my life in every way, take hold of it today. Let us all with one accord sing praises to Christ the Lord. Let us all unite in song and praise Him all day long!” – Lyrics from Gary L. Mabry’s Thank You, Lord. 1972

This fictional illustration was derived from a viral video published in 2016 by the Forest Hill Church in Charlotte, NC. You can see that video below. As always, I welcome your questions and feedback. Please don’t hesitate to reach out to me at derek@duckdisciple.com. God loves you, and so do I!

 

— DD —

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