Welcome to Celebration Sunday! Today, on the Sunday after Thanksgiving, we look back and celebrate all that’s happened in 2009. In keeping with the theme of celebration, I thought I’d give you an all too incomplete thanksgiving list. I am thankful for…
If the only prayer you said in your whole life was, 'thank you,' that would suffice.
--Meister Eckhart
Gratitude is a quality similar to electricity: it must be produced and discharged and used up in order to exist at all.
--William Faulkner
- The people who have taught my children to sing “Jesus Loves Me.”
- This year’s nearly 52 Operation Uplifts and all of the people who showed up with food for a small army.
- All of those who deployed and returned safely.
- All of their families who stayed home and prayed for them.
- The way this church became a Medieval castle for a week during the summer.
- All of the “ big losers” at Camp Idlewild.
- The people who work feverishly to keep this old building running.
- A great group of shepherds.
- Hard-working deacons.
- Dedicated Ministry leaders.
- Everyone who lets us and our kids mess up their house during Lifegroups.
- The way people stand around on the front lawn after church and talk while the kids play.
- Every meal taken to someone who was sick or had a baby or just needed help.
- Every couch that was loaded onto or unloaded from a moving truck by our Moving Ministry.
- The fact that I get paid to read and think and write and pray and then talk with you about it.
- All the times that I’ve thought of something that needed to be done only to find out that someone had already done it.
- Nursery workers who wrangle small children every week.
- Children’s Church volunteers who save the kids from my sermons, and vice versa.
- Another opportunity to celebrate with other people who have been rescued by God’s grace.
If the only prayer you said in your whole life was, 'thank you,' that would suffice.
--Meister Eckhart
Gratitude is a quality similar to electricity: it must be produced and discharged and used up in order to exist at all.
--William Faulkner