Ken came over today. A couple weeks ago he bought six Cornish game hens and stuffing for all of us for Christmas dinner. Today I told him Carl got a three-day pass from treatment and is coming to spend Christmas with us. The first thing Ken says is “But we only have six hens.” I said “That’s ok, I don’t need one. We will be ok with six.”
No, Ken wants us all to have a hen. He is going to the blood bank to donate his blood so he can get some money and buy another hen and more stuffing.
Ken donates his blood to buy Christmas dinner for us so we can celebrate the birth of the One who shed his blood for us. How much is our Christmas dinner worth?