At the end of my yearly 15 minutes of reflecting, I have concluded that I, Walker Moore, have a blessed life. In fact, when people ask me, “How are you doing?” I usually answer back, “I am suffering from satisfaction!”

I am married to a gorgeous, smart and multi-talented wife. I have seen her cook a gourmet meal for a hundred missionaries using just a two-burner hotplate. I am blessed with two sons, two daughter-in-loves and three grandsons who are the joy of my life. I am blessed to have a wonderful ministry and a tremendous group of friends. And I am grateful to God that I have always been able to go… generic.

You see, most of my family does not use generic products. My wife uses expensive shampoo, brand name, sold only at the eye level shelf of Walmart. Next to her exotic brand sits mine—“Old Man, Big Blue, Dandruff Shampoo.” She has specialized hairspray, and I have “Hair today, Dye tomorrow Hair Goo and Axel Grease” guaranteed to hold every strand in place during a Category Five hurricane.

My sons can only wear designer cologne. For Christmas, they want “Armani Acqua di Giò Eau de Toilette,” but I am so blessed that they give me something called “Tester.” The only jeans that fit their bodies are found at American Eagle or Old Navy. I am so blessed. My brand is sold especially at outlet malls: “Irregular.”

Even in sickness, my family requires the big names like Sudafed or Benadryl. Not me! My medicine comes in a plain white box with large black letters reading, “Tiny Red Tablets for People with Big Noses” or “Bottle of Cherry Flavored Liquid to Guzzle So You’ll Feel Drowsy.” Who needs Diet Coke? Instead, I choose the real man’s drink, “Buy-Rite Diet Cola”—equally good, sometimes carbonated.

There is only one problem in being a generic man. When I wear a designer brand, it looks… generic. You can give me a $500 suit, but once it hits my body, it will look as though it came from Woolworth’s. People say that clothes make the man, but I must disagree. I make the clothes… look cheap.

I am so glad that when God decided to save the world, He did not send a generic savior. He sent us the very best: His Son, Jesus Christ—the King of all kings and the Lord of all lords, the Alpha and Omega, the Creator of the universe.

When I accepted Jesus as my Lord and Savior, He did not make my life generic and ordinary. Instead, He says I am a Designer original, a person that He knew before the foundation of the world. He has called me to be His child—the child of a King. He allows me access to His throne and clothes me, not in generic brands, but in His righteousness. I am truly blessed.

If you want your child to live a blessed life, teach him or her to be satisfied with generic things and find total fulfillment in… a designer Savior.