The Thankful Series

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After dinner a few nights ago, Aiden looked at me with a little bit of confusion in his face. I think he was unsure whether he should say what he was thinking. He even hesitated for a moment when he said, “Dad, in a way, I’m kind of thankful you got fired.” And then he started listing some of the reasons. Remarkably, many of them weren’t very dissimilar from the ones I shared a few weeks ago.

Inspired by that conversation and the weekly posts from a co-worker, I have decided that I need to continue to remind myself that I have much to be thankful for. So I’ve decided to resurrect a series I did back in 2010. Be on the lookout for Thankful Thursday beginning next week.

Hopefully this will be a reminder for all of us to slow down and take the time to give thanks. And maybe it will give you the opportunity to share what you’re thankful for, too. And we can be thankful together.

So let’s get the ball rolling. What are you thankful for?

Chapel part II

There are very few songs that make me cry. In fact, I think there are only two. I don’t always cry when I’m singing them, but it is not unheard of for a tear or two to fall during these songs:

Blessed be Your Name
This song carried a lot of meaning before this Summer. It always used to make me think of my friend Greg, who died suddenly last year.

Then, we sang it at Jaron’s dedication and funeral services. Now, I can’t sing the song during a worship service without weeping. It’s not that I don’t believe the words – I do with all my heart. There’s just so much more power to those words now.

Give Thanks
I had forgotten about this song until we sang it in Chapel today. It’s old-school contemporary, if that makes any sense. I remember singing the song in church (back when it was Cullen Avenue – not Crossroads, like it is today) a lot right after my Grandpa died (over 15 years ago!) of a massive heart attack. Needless to say, it was unexpected. I remember thinking, How can I give thanks when something so terrible has happened to me? Can I honestly say that I am rich and strong because of what the Lord has done for me? I don’t think so. Of course, I know now that I can sing those words with conviction, but that’s what I remember thinking at the time.

I don’t know how long it has been since I sang this song as part of a worship service, but I do know it has been a long, long time. As we sang it this morning, all of those emotions and questions and struggles I was wrestling with after my Grandpa died flooded my memory and I wept. I almost had to leave the room because I was concerned about making a scene.

It is amazing to look back and see how far my faith has come. At the same time, I wind up asking the same questions from different perspectives. Have I really grown that much, yet learned so little? I think that is part of the journey of humanity.