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This past Saturday, we spent time skating around a rink. Ruby and her older cousin celebrated their birthdays together there. We had ice cream cake. We pushed our bodies around on 8 tiny wheels and fought to stay upright. It was fun.

While traipsing back and forth from the party area to the restroom, I noticed a little boy. He rollerbladed along sporting a white T-shirt that said “Born Gifted”. Immediately, all the entitlement issues the younger generation struggles with came to mind. My hackles rose, but on the inside so nobody could see them. You want special treatment, right?!

Then I had another thought.

Yeah, buddy. You are born gifted. But so am I. And so is she, and everyone else in this room. We’ve all got gifts. Each gift is different than the one the person next to you has. Yet we all have gifts. If there are gifts, there must be a giver. The giver is God. You have God-given gifts waiting to be opened.

I watched one of my nieces fly around the ancient rink, hair flying, a grin plastered on her face. She has great athletic ability. I watched my youngest nephew charm everyone he passed. My sister-in-law skates with great grace, seeming to float over the boards. Ruby sews dolls and cares for stray animals. Zac understands politics and argues his stance with great passion. Jonathon can teach anyone anything with kindness and humor, breaking it down into bite-sized chunks for people to digest.

We all have something. What gifts have you left unopened, their bright shiny paper beckoning to you from the table? It’s what we do with them and how we develop those gifts that counts. What are your gifts and what are you doing with them?

Whatever is good and perfect comes down to us from God our Father, who created all the lights in the heavens. He never changes or casts a shifting shadow.  – James 1:17

 

 

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