Visitors from Abu Dhabi once brought me the gift of frankincense from Yemen in a beautiful carved box. It is pictured here. Frankincense, which is the resin of a certain tree, has a strong scent that lingers on your fingers when you touch it.

We’ve just the feast of the Epiphany, celebrating the visit of the wise men to the infant Jesus. As you probably know, they presented gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh. A cartoon states that if women had come, their gifts would have been practical ones, like diapers. Nevertheless, the three gifts of the wise men are symbolic: gold for a king, frankincense for a God, and myrrh for suffering. (Myrrh was a spice used in burial.)

The feast prompts us to muse about what gift we would give Jesus. No doubt you are familiar with the song “The Drummer Boy.” He gift is playing on his drum for Baby Jesus. (Hopefully Mary had not just gotten her baby to fall asleep!) Christina Rossetti composed this charming poem:

What can I give Him, poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb;
If I were a wise man, I would do my part;
Yet what can I give Him?
Give Him my heart.

Christina had the right idea. What would make Jesus the happiest would be the gift of our love. We show him our love by giving him ourselves. We do this each morning in the morning offering prayer: “O Jesus, I offer you my prayers, works, joys, and sufferings of this day….” As a Sister, my night prayer begins, “O Jesus, I offer you again through Mary’s hands all the works of this day.”

At each Mass we offer God ourselves. A priest suggested that we imagine ourselves with the host on the paten when it is lifted to God. One of my favorite prayers is this one of St. Ignatius:

Take, O Lord, and receive my entire liberty,

my memory, my understanding and my whole will.

All that I am and all that I possess, you have given me:

I surrender it all to you to be disposed of according to your will.

Give me only your love and your grace;

with these I will be rich enough and will desire nothing more. Amen.

During the day we can renew our gift: offer God our success at winning a contest, offer our hard work, offer the pain of a headache, the sadness of a rejection, the humiliation of a failure. The list can go on.

Psalm 116:12 is “What shall I return to the Lord for all his goodness to me?” The day I was interviewed by the superior before entering the convent, she asked, “Why do you want to be a Sister?” I answered somewhat like this: “God has been so good to me, I want to give him all that I am. This seems to be the best way for me to do that.”

Here is another prayer that I adopted in high school. It’s attributed to St. Francis Xavier.

O God, I love thee for yourself

And not that I may heaven gain,

Nor yet that they that love you not

Must suffer hell’s eternal pain.

You, O my Jesus! you did me

Upon the cross embrace.

For me did bear the nails and spear

and manifold disgrace;

And griefs and torments numberless;

And sweat of agony;

E’en death itself—and all for one

Who was your enemy.

Then why, O blessed Jesus Christ,

Should I not love you well:

Not for the sake of winning heaven

Or of escaping hell;

Not with the hope of gaining aught,

Not seeking a reward;

But as you have loved me,

O everloving Lord.

E’en so I love thee and will love,

And in your praise will sing

Solely because you are my God

and my eternal King.

In God’s eyes, the gift of our love is his greatest treasure. (And you needn’t be a Sister to offer that.)

Here is a gentle version of the simple hymn “I Love You, Lord.”

A commercial: You might be moved and inspired by reading my book A Love Affair with God.