A former colleague was in town last week and during our catching-up conversation she mentioned that she enjoyed reading my weekly Daily Cup offerings. I was grateful for her kind words, of course, but told her that when people say this it puts a little bit (actually, a lot) of pressure on me to have a weekly original thought that might be a welcome reminder of God’s good news. She is Rector of a small church where she preaches every week, so she of course understood the pressure! She said she had made peace with the fact that some weeks she just doesn’t have much, and we agreed that sometimes not much had to be enough.
Tonight is Christmas Eve, and you have perhaps put pressure on yourself to find perfect gifts – not just perfect things, but the gifts of convivial gatherings with family and friends, decorations that light up your neighborhood, and being in touch with far-flung acquaintances. It’s probably a good time then to remind you of one of my favorite carols, In the bleak midwinter (hardly appropriate, I realize, on this 70 degree day), and its final line, Yet what I can I give him, give my heart.
Sometimes not much has to be enough. Sometimes giving your heart is all that anyone wants anyway.