Why should I be grateful when things aren’t going to suit me?
The woman “stood at His feet behind Him weeping, and she began to wash His feet with her tears, and wiped them with the hair of her head; and she kissed His feet and anointed them with the fragrant oil” (Luke 7:38).
There is the picture of a grateful person. She is worshiping, humble, thankful, fully yielded to the Master.
Want to see a photo of an ungrateful individual? Find any reference to a Pharisee and you have it. For instance…
“The Pharisee stood and prayed thus with himself, ‘God, I thank You that I am not like other men–extortioners, unjust, adulterers, or even as this tax collector. I fast twice a week, I give tithes of all that I possess” (Luke 18:11-12).
Without knowing any more, you find your spirit recoiling from this guy. He’s proud of his righteousness and will be harsh and judgmental toward anyone less committed. He addresses God as an equal. He is unteachable, unleadable, incorrigible.
Pity the pastor with Pharisaical leaders. They are ungrateful, self-righteous, demanding, and a pain to live with.
When we all get to Heaven, what a day of rejoicing that will be!
When we all see Jesus, we’ll sing and shout the victory. (E. E. Hewitt, 1898)
Last Sunday, as we sang that wonderful old song, something occurred to me. Sure, we’ll “sing and shout” the victory when we see Jesus face to face. Anyone would. But He wants us to “sing and shout the victory” now, in the middle of the battle.
Anyone can celebrate after the final whistle when the score is set in stone and no further plays are run. But how many can celebrate the victory at halftime when battles are yet to be fought, when enemies wait to be faced?
Rejoice in the middle of the contest. Scripture is loaded on this subject…
–“He giveth songs in the night.” (Job 35:10) “In the night His song shall be with me–a prayer to the God of my life” (Psalm 42:8)
I’d like to start a trend. Since October is “Pastor Appreciation” time, let’s make November–the month of thanksgiving–“Church Member Appreciation.”
I’m suggesting–no, I’m urging–every pastor to write a minimum of 25 thank-yous to some church members this month.
I loving receiving thank you-notes. Writing them, however, takes a little more effort. But the benefits are astounding.
Two thank-you notes came in the mail last week.
After I had spent last Sunday evening sketching at her church’s “fall festival,” the preschool children’s director wrote: Thank you so much for drawing at our Fun Fest last Sunday! You blessed and encouraged our families so much! I’m grateful for you, your ministry, and the way the Lord is using you to draw others to Himself. Thank you again!
Four sentences. But it was perfect.
The fact that I have known that young lady, the preschool minister, her whole life and that her parents are my dear friends, did not matter. I love her dearly as she does me. But she still did the niceties and wrote a thank-you.
It’s a classy thing to do.
Let the message of Christ dwell among you richly as you teach and admonish one another with all wisdom through psalms, hymns, and songs from the Spirit, singing to God with gratitude in your hearts. And whatever you do, whether in word or deed, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through Him (Colossians 3:16-17).
Congressman Thaddeus Stevens brought a grieving mother to see President Lincoln. Her son had been condemned to die as a result of some unnamed crime. She wanted to intercede for his life. After hearing her out, Lincoln turned to the Congressman and said, “Mr. Stevens, do you think this is a case which will warrant my interference?” Stevens answered, “With my knowledge of the facts and the parties, I should have no hesitation in granting a pardon.” “Then, I will pardon him,” said Lincoln and he signed the papers.
A few minutes later, as Congressman Stevens and the mother walked down the stairs, she turned to him and exclaimed, “I knew it was a copperhead lie!”
I began by thinking of the simple, everyday blessings we take for granted. But the more I give thanks for, the more things and people come to mind….
The first twenty……
I’m thankful for bananas in my local store. They were picked green in some Caribbean country and shipped here in refrigerated containers, unloaded in New Orleans and then trucked to Mac’s Freshmarket down the street. I am so blessed.
I’m thankful for crunchy peanut butter. Wonder if George Washington Carver thought of leaving crunchy peanuts in the butter he invented.
I’m thankful for a faucet I can turn and hot water comes out. The first eighteen years of my life we did not have that.
I’m thankful for a bed. Nothing rejuvenates a weary body like a good night’s rest. And I have a king-sized one. Am I blessed or what?
(To see the first 5 reasons, please visit our website www.joemckeever.com and scroll to the article for September 16, 2014. Permission is given to anyone wishing to reprint these or pass them along in any Christ-honoring way.)
I believe in Jesus Christ–to my mind that is synonymous with “I believe in God”–for so many reasons, these among them….
6) THIS WORLD. Planet earth is uniquely adapted for life, unlike any other place our greatest scientists have yet discovered in the universe. Factors that make earth different from any other place ever found include….
The life-giving atmosphere…the abundance of water….the distance of the earth from the sun…the rotation of the earth…the tilt on its axis…the symbiotic balance of plants and animals…the riches in the soil…the seasons. These and hundreds more factors, known mostly to the scientifically minded, have combined to pull off the greatest miracle of the universe so far discovered: Earth.
To date, scientists have seen nothing in the vast heavens which even remotely approaches this wonderful planet on which we live. Earth is a miracle. As it zooms around our sun at 67,000 mph–while our solar system moves throughout our galaxy and the galaxy itself spins across the heavens at supersonic speeds–my coffee cup sits steadily beside my laptop with nary a ripple in the liquid. No turbulence. How does the Almighty God manage this? I am in awe.
If you can believe in earth, Heaven should be a cinch for you! I believe in God because of earth.
“For we walk by faith, not by sight” (2 Corinthians 5:7).
(I started this thinking these reasons would be easy to express and thus the article would be concise. But it has not turned out that way. So, this is the first half. The other 5 reasons should be posted here tomorrow.)
Driving hundreds of miles to (and from) two funerals of dear friends last week, I spent a lot of time reflecting on this thing of believing in God, serving in ministry, and going confidently into “the valley of the shadow of death.” Deacon James Gatewood and Minister Bill Hardy showed us how it’s done, from their daily faithfulness in good times to the difficult and dark days of suffering.
Our Lord said, “You believe in God; believe also in Me” (John 14:1). The way I read Scripture, He was equating the two.
In my mind, to believe in Jesus is to believe in God, and vice versa. After all, our Lord said, “No one knows me except the Father. And no one knows the Father except the Son (moi!) and they to whom I reveal Him” (Matthew 11:27, my paraphrase).
If you had asked ten years ago why I believe in Jesus, my answers would have been somewhat different. But today, here are my top ten reasons for faith in the risen, living, ever-present, soon-coming Lord Jesus Christ….
“Come before Him with joyful singing” (Psalm 100:2).
During the time I sang with the choir at our church, I loved singing for the worship service, but had to make myself go to rehearsal.
Rehearsing songs–whether for church or school assembly or for the juke joint down the street–is hard work.
Gradually, I began to see some patterns forming. Eventually, those shapes merged to form life-lessons that have remained with me all these years.
1) I do not like new songs.
The minister of music would say, “Joyce, pass out the new music,” and I would cringe. I did not read music and did not do well trying to negotiate my way around these clothes-lines of blackbirds. The piano is picking out the melody of the song and I’m working to get it. This is no fun. It’s work.
Growing old is not for sissies, we’re told. Maybe not, but it’s for the lucky ones, if I may be permitted to say so.
It’s for those blessed by God with the opportunity to spend extra time on earth and do more good.
I count myself among the fortunate, the blessed ones. And I’m grateful.
1) Seventy-four is not so bad.
Granted, when you’re 30 or 40, it seems ancient. But to be 74 and still feel great and be going strong, 74 is a piece of cake.
When I was a kid, I thought of the year 1900 as the benchmark, the dividing line to determine who was middle-aged. Born in 1940, as a teen, I saw so many of my parents’ friends in their mid-50s and saw they were in the prime of life. They were at the peak of their powers. Gradually, however, they aged and now, none of that group is left.
I’m now not only a senior citizen, but a senior to most in that group!
And glad to be!
2) I’m grateful to still have my health.