Sharing Your Toys
Did your Mom make you share your toys when you were little? You got a new toy. It's a toy car or a play gun or a doll or an Octonauts Above and Beyond Play Set and it is all yours and nobody else plays with it but you, until the neighbor kid comes over or a sibling wants to play. You tell them "NO! My toy." All Moms have supersonic hearing. It's God's gift to her for all she went through giving you birth. From clear off in the kitchen you hear your name being loudly sung. Not just your first name but your middle name as well. That's how you know you're in trouble. "You either share your toy or nobody gets to play with it." That sounds so unfair to a child. Let others play with your toy or you don't get to play with it either. Moms are so mean, or are they? We think we will be happier if we can keep our possessions all to ourselves, but low and behold. The greater joy comes from sharing, from extending happiness to others. It takes time to figure that out and unfortunately many never learn.
10And the crowds were questioning him, saying, "Then what shall we do?" 11And he would answer and say to them, "The man who has two tunics is to share with him who has none; and he who has food is to do likewise."
- Luke 3:10-11
God has blessed you with all you need; probably more than you need. Why hoard it? Why spend it all on yourself? That not only deprives others, it leads you down a miserable and lonely path. Parting with something you have blesses the life of another. Knowing you did something right, something Christlike, lightens your heart. Knowing that God knows. That is the greatest blessing of all. Both benefit from acts of unselfishness. You bless another soul and God blesses you.
So, what's the moral here? Share your toys.