The Word became flesh and blood, and moved into the neighborhood. We saw the glory with our own eyes, the one-of-a-kind glory, like Father, like Son, generous inside and out, true from start to finish.
I want to be generous inside and out.
It’s not something that comes naturally to me. When I was younger, I worried a lot about money. I always let Ian tip when we went out to eat, because I was always stingy, and I knew it. I didn’t give much money away, afraid there wouldn’t be enough. Even more I’m not the best at that kind of thing, although I keep practicing.
Generosity isn’t just about money, of course; but I think how you think about money — whether you’re open- or closed-handed — shows the state of your heart. My heart thinks of itself and my close family first, then maybe a few others, but there’s rarely room for all the suffering of immigrants, of homeless people in our city, etc.
I hope this Christmas season will help me to continue opening my hands and heart more than before.