I love gifts. Assuming everyone gets as excited as I about a wrapped package, I love giving them just as much. A favorite game with my grandson is playing birthday party. We have pretend (or even better, real) cake with candles to blow out, and presents to open. Then, we singing the Happy Birthday song only to start all over again. Of course with Parker, he always wants it to be his birthday and not mine.
I think of when Jesus told his friends he had to leave to go to his Father but was leaving them a gift. He told them he couldn't give it to them unless he left. I'd be jumping all around wondering what this man, who could bring the dead back to life would be giving. And sure enough it was almost magical. The gifting of the Holy Spirit. What must they have thought? The idea of something from Jesus and God living in me seems, well, big.