Summary: Here’s a sermon about God giving us the best gift. It includes a touching story that will captivate the hearts of your audience, especially the women!
"WHEN GOD GIVES HE GIVES THE BEST!"
 And as Moses lifted up the serpent in the wilderness, even so must the Son of man be lifted up:
 That whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have eternal life.
 For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
 For God sent not his Son into the world to condemn the world; but that the world through him might be saved.
 He that believeth on him is not condemned: but he that believeth not is condemned already, because he hath not believed in the name of the only begotten Son of God.
Are you a Christian?
Do you like to give?
Giving is the attitude of God.
God is the generous Giver.
Let me share another text this morning,
not usually considered a "Christmas" passage.
Romans 8:31-34 (NLT)
"What can we say about such wonderful things as these? If God is for us, who can ever be against us? Since God did not spare even His own Son but gave Him up for us all, won’t God, who gave us Christ, also give us everything else? Who dares accuse us whom God has chosen for His own? Will God? No! He is the one who has given us right standing with Himself. Who then will condemn us? Will Christ Jesus? No, for He is the one who died for us and was raised to life for us and is sitting at the place of highest honor next to God, pleading for us."
Pete Richards was the loneliest man in town.
Pete owned and operated a gift shop.
It had come down to him from his grandfather.
The little front window was loaded with old-fashioned things:
bracelets and lockets worn in days before the Civil War;
gold rings and silver boxes;
images of jade and ivory,
On Christmas Eve, a little girl was standing outside.
It appeared that she was looking for something very special.
Finally, she entered the store.
Behind the counter stood Pete,
a man in his 40s
but with hair already turning gray.
"Mister, would you please let me look
at that string of blue beads in the window?"
Pete took the string of beads out of the window
and spread it out on the counter.
"They’re just perfect," said the child.
"Will you wrap them up pretty for me, please?"
Pete asked, "Are you buying these for someone?"
"They’re for my big sister. She takes care of me.
This will be the first Christmas since Mother died.
I’ve been searching for the best Christmas present
for my sister."
Consider with me this morning God’s giving, and notice that:
WHEN GOD GIVES, HE GIVES HIS BEST:
 For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son,
A. He gave His Son, Jesus.
He didn’t just give an angel,
not even the Archangel, Michael.
He gave the best He had to offer!
B. Aren’t you glad that God did not:
1. Cut corners, hold back, hesitate?
2. Consider our need too unimportant?
3. Consider the cost of his only Son too great?
4. Do what many of us would do and write off sinners as hopeless and not worth saving?
C. Now, when it comes to giving,
some are willing to give the cheapest,
the least demanding,
But cost was no consideration to God!
Let’s get back to our story about Pete Richards!
Jean Grace wanted to buy the best gift for her big sister.
That blue bead necklace would be the perfect gift for her!
"How much money do you have?" asked Pete.
She took a small paper sack out of her coat pocket
and poured out a handful of pennies on the counter.
"I emptied my piggy bank," she explained .
Pete Richards looked at her thoughtfully.
Then he carefully drew back the necklace.
The price tag was visible to him… but not to her.
How could he tell her that she didn’t have enough money?
"Just a minute," he said and went to the back of the store.
Over his shoulder he called:
"What’s your name?"
"Jean Grace", she replied
When Pete returned to where Jean Grace waited,
a package lay in his hand,
wrapped in red paper and tied with a green ribbon.
"There you are," he said. "Don’t lose it."
She smiled over her shoulder as she ran out the door.
Through the window Pete watched her go,
while sadness flooded his thoughts.
Something about Jean Grace and her string of beads
had stirred him to the depths of grief
that would not stay buried.
The child’s hair was wheat yellow, her eyes sea-blue!