God has given us a great gift, the gift of grace.
It came in the form of His Son, and its wrapping-papers were bloodied rags and bloodied thorns.
And what do we do with this gift?
Do we place it in a box that contains the ties now far from fashion, and the books no one would ever choose to read?
Do we place it on the mantel-piece, dusted and honored, but never taken down for use?
Or do we place fit ourselves into this grace every day, molding our shape to the shape of our gift. Sometimes uncomfortably, but an action imbued with an appreciation for the cost to the giver, and for the meaning of its giving?
What have you chosen to do?