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Thursday, 26 November 2009

  • How to Observe Thanksgiving
    Count your blessings instead of your crosses;
    Count your gains instead of your losses.
    Count your joys instead of your woes;
    Count your friends instead of your foes.
    Count your smiles instead of your tears;
    Count your courage instead of your fears.
    Count your full years instead of your lean;
    Count your kind deeds instead of your mean.
    Count your health instead of your wealth;
    Count on God instead of yourself.

    Meditations for Thanksgiving

    Even though I clutch my blanket and growl when the alarm rings every morning, thank you, Lord, that I can Hear; there are many who are deaf.

    Even though I keep my eyes tightly closed against the morning light as long as possible, thank you, Lord, that I can see; there are many who are blind.

    Even though I huddle in my bed and put off getting up, thank you, Lord, that I have strength to rise; there are many who are bedfast.

    Even though the first hour of my day is hectic -- socks are lost, toast is burned, and tempers are short -- thank you, Lord, for my family; there are many who are lonely.

    Even though our breakfast table never looks like those in the ladies’ magazines and the menu is sometimes unbalanced, thank you, Lord, for the food we have; there are those who are hungry.

    Even though my job is often monotonous, thank you, Lord, for the opportunity to work; there are many who are out of work.

    Even though I grumble from day to day and wish my circumstances were not quite so modest, thank you, Lord, for the gift of life!

    -- Selected

    Let Our Lives Be Our Thanksgiving
    Let our lives be our Thanksgiving
    To our Father up above;
    Let us worship Him with kindness;
    Let us praise Him with our love.
    Let us honor Him with virtue;
    Let good deeds become our prayer;
    Let our lives be our Thanksgiving
    For the bounty that we share.
    -- Author Unknown


     

     

Wednesday, 25 November 2009

  • Thankful -- Always?

    “For I have learned, in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content. I know how to be abased, and I know how to abound…I can do all things through Christ which strengthened me” (Philippians 4:11-13).

    Thankful always? Ah, no,
    How oft this greedy heart of mine,
    Eagerly accepts the things sublime,
    But when life is on a rougher plain,
    I’m led to murmur and complain.

    Let me now pause and think a while,
    Of all the blessings I possess,
    Complaint, perhaps will be forgot,
    And in its place -- A new happiness.

    The beauties of this world I see,
    The sky, the sun, the moon, the stars,
    An evening sunset, a flower rare,
    The colors of the autumn leaves.
    Oh, God, forgive me if I whine,
    I have so much -- two eyes are mine.

    The singing of a bird is heard,
    Music from organ, choir or band,
    The chatter of a child at play,
    Lapping of water on the sand.
    Oh, God, forgive me if I whine
    I have so much -- two ears are mine.

    I go about my tasks each day
    Washing, ironing, mending;
    Upstairs, downstairs, indoors, out;
    Cooking, baking, cleaning.
    Oh, God, forgive me if I whine,
    I have so much -- two hands, two feet are mine.

    I talk, I sing, I also scold,
    Or give advice when asked from me,
    Answer questions, read aloud a book,
    Or talk about things yet to be.
    Oh, God, forgive me if I whine,
    I have so much -- a voice is mine.

    I read, I study, I comprehend
    The words upon the printed page,
    With figures I my time employ,
    Or measure out things with a gauge.
    Oh, God, forgive me if I whine,
    I have so much -- an intellect is mine.

    Dusk is settling, supper time is near,
    From play, from school, from work they come,
    We gather round the table now,
    Glad that again they all are home.
    Oh, God, forgive me if I whine,
    I have so much -- this family of mine.

    To the polls I wend my way,
    And wait in line my turn to take,
    I vote for those I think are right,
    For there is so much at stake,
    Oh, God, forgive me if I whine,
    I have so much -- this free land is mine.

    ‘Tis Sunday morning, the bells ring out,
    With grateful thanks our praise we bring,
    As to God’s house we come again,
    To hear His word, to pray, to sing,
    Oh, God, forgive me if I whine,
    I have so much -- this church is mine.

    Dear Father, help me then to use
    These gifts, Thy glory to proclaim,
    ‘Tis only when Thou strengthenest me
    That I bring honor to Thy name.
    Oh, God, forgive me if I whine,
    I have so much, since Thou are mine.
    --Cora Schut

Tuesday, 24 November 2009

  • Giving Thanks

    I read the following story of a soldier in the American Third Army who was sent to a rest camp after a period of active service. When he returned to his outfit, he wrote a letter to General George Patton and thanked him for the splendid care he had received. General Patton wrote back that for thirty-five years he had sought to give all the comfort and convenience he could to his men, and added that this was the first letter of thanks he had received in all his years in the Army. There are few points at which human nature is more lacking than in lack of gratitude. Parents must constantly say to children who have received some gift, “Now what do you say?” As we grow older we become hardened to the good things of life and do not think of thanking God who is the giver of “every good gift and every perfect gift.” The best rule is the one given by Paul, “In every thing give thanks,” and especially “Thanks be unto God for His unspeakable gift.”

    I Give Thee Humble Thanks
    For all the gifts that Thou dost send,
    For every kind and loyal friend,
    For prompt supply of all my need,
    For all that’s good in word or deed,
    For gift of health along life’s way.
    For strength to work from day to day.
    I give Thee humble thanks.

    For ready hands to help and cheer,
    For listening ears Thy voice to hear,
    For yielding tongue Thy love to talk,
    For willing feet Thy paths to walk,
    For open eyes Thy Word to read,
    For loving heart Thy will to heed,
    I give Thee humble thanks.

    For Christ who came from Heaven above,
    For the Cross and his redeeming love,
    For His glorious triumph o’er the grave,
    For the lovely mansions in the sky,
    For His blessed coming by-and-by,
    I give Thee humble thanks.

Monday, 23 November 2009

  • Always Be Thankful

    Wherefore he saith,…See then that ye walk circumspectly…Giving thanks always for all things unto God and the Father in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ” (Ephesians 5:14-20). When we feel down, we may find it difficult to give thanks. Take heart -- God works all things out for good if we love Him and are fitting into His plans (Romans 8:28). Thank God for everything He allows in our lives for He is building strength in us through the difficult experiences of our lives. We can be sure that God’s perfect love will see us through.

    Oh, How Much We Owe!
    When this passing world is done,
    When has sunk yon glorious sun,
    When we stand with Christ in Glory,
    Looking o’er life’s finished story;
    Then, Lord, shall I fully know,
    Not till then, how much I owe.

    When I stand before the Throne,
    Dressed in beauty not my own,
    When I see Thee as Thou art,
    Love Thee with unsinning heart;
    Then, Lord, shall I fully know,
    Not till then, how much I owe.

    E’en on earth, as through a glass,
    Darkly, let Thy Glory pass;
    Make forgiveness feel so sweet,
    Make Thy Spirit’s help so meet;
    E’en on earth, Lord, make me know,
    Something of how much I owe.

    Chosen not for good in me,
    Wakened up from wrath to flee;
    Hidden in the Saviour’s side,
    By the Spirit sanctified;
    Teach me, Lord, on earth to show,
    By my love, how much I owe.
    -- Robert Murray McCheyne

Sunday, 22 November 2009

  • The Christian’s “Taste Berry”

    It is said that in Africa there is a fruit called the “taste berry,” because it changes a person’s taste so that everything eaten tastes sweet and pleasant. Sour fruit, even if eaten several hours after the “taste berry,” becomes sweet and delicious. Gratitude is the “taste berry” of Christianity, and when our hearts are filled with gratitude, nothing that God sends us seems unpleasant to us. Sorrowing heart, sweeten your grief with gratitude. Burdened soul, lighten your burden by singing God’s praises. Disappointed one, dispel your loneliness by making others grateful. Sick one, grow strong in soul, thanking God that He loves you enough to chasten you. Keep the “taste berry” of gratitude in your hearts, and it will do for you what the “taste berry” of Africa does for the African.

    In Everything Give Thanks!
    ‘Mid sunshine, cloud or stormy days,
    When hope abounds or care dismays,
    When trials press and toils increase
    Let not thy faith in God decrease --
    “In everything give thanks.”

    All things we know shall work for good,
    Nor would we change them if we could;
    ‘Tis well if only He command;
    His promises will ever stand --
    “In everything give thanks.”

    He satisfies the longing heart,
    He thwarts the tempter’s cruel dart,
    With goodness fills the hungry soul,
    And helps us sing when billows roll.
    “In every thing give thanks.”

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