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Is "re-gifting" a faux pas?

Loved this from blogger Gabriel Garnica: "God Is All About Re-Gifting":

In our society and media, re-gifting, or having someone give a gift they have received as a gift to someone else, is often mocked as a cheap way of turning those gifts into bargains. We often see how TV characters are deeply offended upon discovering that some gift they gave has been re-gifted. The greatest joke, of course, is when we receive our original gift back from an oblivious or forgetful recipient. This is supposed to be deep gash or insult demonstrating ingratitude, rejection, and who knows what other evils.
This is not, however, God’s take on gifting. He wants us to re-gift as much as possible, spreading what He has blessed us with to as many other folks as we can. Recall how the servants who re-invested and spread the talents received were praised while the servant who merely hid his talent was criticized and lost what he was given. God does not want us to hide our gifts for ourselves, for that defeats the original purpose and potential of the gift in the first place. No, on the contrary, God calls us to use our gifts to serve others and bring glory to Him. In a sense, he who re-gifts God’s gifts is doing God’s work and following Christ’s example to a tee. Think about the gifts God has given you, and about the ways you can use those gifts to change lives for the better. If you do, you will surely be celebrating Christmas, and giving, all year round.

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