"Mom this is really important to me. I need to give this to him," my son said to me looking at his hands. His hands that held far more than just a few dollars. What those hands held represented hope for my son.
In the end, what goes around comes around. In this case, the loss of a child led to a gain for a community. The Hanleys serve as reminders of why we give in the first place, either at Christmas or throughout the year. And why we should give. Indeed, why we must.
It was a particularly bad day in Detroit, temperatures hovered just below freezing with freezing rain. The magistrate heard evidence and argument, and finally ruled against us. That was not the end of the story, though.
Why have we forgotten that kind of Santa who spent more time jingling our consciences than his own sleigh bells? You can't read much about this major figure without thinking about the plight of the poor and marginalized.
There is something beautiful about giving, generosity and the contagious cheer that fills the world (not just the malls) during Christmas. We just need fresh imagination with how we celebrate amid the frenzy and clutter.