"Then one of them when he saw that he was healed, turned back, praising God with a loud voice."Luke 17:15"
...if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things."Phil. 4:8
In the story of Jesus healing the ten lepers, only one returned to give thanks. Nine of the group members had a physical recovery, but only one took the time to express his gratitude. Is gratitude really that rare? Is it really that important? Apparently it was important enough for Luke to include it in his gospel. Stories of thanksgiving encourage that practice among the rest of us.
Here’s your opportunity to express that gift and encourage the rest of us to practice it.
Please consider sharing a thanksgiving story on this blog. Who was it in your life that taught you to be thankful? Was there someone in your childhood who helped you recognize the value of giving thanks? Was there a situation that nudged you to grow in your practice of thanksgiving?
Is there anybody out there?
Peter
About Me
- Reverend Peter Lougheed
- Peter Lougheed is married to Jan, a Diaconal Minister, serving at Woodroffe United Church in Ottawa. They have three children, Tonja, Dan and Deb and a granddaughter Mackenzie. Growing up in a traveling family has led Peter to sojourns in Saskatchewan, India, Kirkland Lake, Shawinigan and Oshawa. Peter obtained a Bachelor of Arts degree in English from Victoria College and a Master of Divinity degree from Emmanuel College in Toronto in 1979. The Lougheeds served congregations in Gaspe, East Labrador; Kanata and Eganville, Ontario. Currently Peter sits on the Ottawa Presbytery Stewardship Committee.
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I would have to say my grandparents. My mother's parents lived on the farm, and quite often I heard about the stories of living through the depression. I noticed the plastic bags neatly stored in the kitchen drawers, neated folded, rather than just being thrown away. The jar of money buried in the dirt floor of the pumphouse, they had no running water or indoor plumbing. Just didn't trust the banks anymore. The 100 pound flour bags that were bleached and washed and reused as towels. Shelling and drying peas for the winter, putting wild mushrooms, that we had picked, on strings to dry, what seemed like acres of potatoes, onions and carrots that had to go into bags, to be stored in the baseement. They had so little and yet they were so full of love, and were greatful for the little they had.
Funny what comes to mind, like the toys at Christmas. Never what you really wanted, but then again, they were bought from the only place in town, the local MacLeods, sort of a western Co-Op store.
Suddenly I'm all weepy eyed.
Anyway, that to me is thanksgiving. Grateful for the little you have, and being willing to share it.
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