For some reason, I can’t get the phrase re-gifted out of my head. People use the term now to mean a gift they pass along to someone else. Re-gifting may be controversial to some, reflecting an ungrateful attitude, perhaps. In my world, re-gifting makes sense. Why keep something you have no use for?
As my mom moved in with us, closing down her house triggered an avalanche of treasured memories. Children and grandchildren laid claim to sentimental trinkets given joyfully by a woman who loves to share with her family. Each of us became newly minted guardians of family history in the form of crystal, china, and linens.
The media is telling us that retailers are hurting because the younger generation is ordering what they need off Amazon. Personally, I think they are just getting stuff from a generation that lived through the Great Depression.
Mom started shedding stuff when my dad passed away two years ago. Somehow in the trinkets, mom is also passing down family lore. Into each story, she is building parables of bravery, challenge, hard work, and sacrifice. Miraculously, more skilled than Rip Van Winkle, she weaves straw into character. To think, I simply saw cabinets filled with plates and bowls.
Which brings me to the question of what to do with all the stuff collected over a lifetime. So often, kids get rid of stuff after their parents pass away. Brilliantly, Mom saw the value of handing treasured keepsakes off to the younger generation while she is still with us. They are still too young to have spare cash for frivolous things like fancy dishes and rare books.
Of course, the dishes and books weren’t antiques when our grandmothers got them as wedding gifts in the 1920s and 30s. If you save something long enough, the next generation promote it to vintage. I don’t remember the Great Depression, of course. Yet the stories inhabited my childhood as if I lived them myself. My grandparents’ stories teamed with the value of frugality in order to share with others.
As we celebrate Easter, I offer you the most perfect example of a re-gifted life. Like many of the trinkets in my mom’s collection, some folks of His day failed to appreciate His value. He was very practical, always serving the needs of others. He gave up His position of honor to be with us. In fact, He allowed His body to be broken on our behalf, so we could receive the beautiful, priceless gifts He offers us now. Forgiveness and mercy, the most valuable of gifts, along with fellowship and companionship with His loving Father are the inheritance He offers.
If you have never considered accepting the re-gifted life Jesus offers you, I pray you do so today. Happy Resurrection Day, dear reader!
Cathy Primer Krafve, aka Checklist Charlie, lives and writes with a Texas twang. Comments are invited at cathykrafve.com.