Wednesday Word . . . Giving Thanks
At the 10:00 service when the kids come into church from their Sunday school class, they always tell me about their lesson and then ask me a couple of questions. Things like, “How did Noah know how big to build the ark?” and, “How did Noah hear God?” and “Did Noah need to have fish on the ark?” and such. This past Sunday, though, they did something different.
When they came in, they announced that they changed things up and, instead of asking me a question, they each had a couple of items that they would show me and then I was to tell them what they meant to me and why I was thankful for them. Those items included a piece of fabric with a hole cut out of it, a roll of duct tape, and a rock (there was a fourth, but I can’t remember what it was). At this point I would normally tell you to go back and watch the recording of the service to see the whole interaction, but we lost our internet connection at that point for about ten minutes so it can only be recalled by memory. Trust me, though, it was really good.
I said the fabric reminded me of an apron, and I am thankful for all of the wonderful meals that Joelene cooks. The duct tape symbolized all of the people at Saint Luke’s who hold the parish together. The rock reminded me of our faith and that we are built on a rock that cannot be moved.
The point here is that there are everyday items, people, and occurrences that we might miss or take for granted unless we remember to pay attention. A piece of fabric is just a piece of fabric. A roll of duct tape is just a roll of duct tape. A rock is just a rock. Unless, that is, we keep our eyes open for deeper meanings as to how they impact our lives.
As we move into the holiday season and a new Church year, I invite you to intentionally look for holiness in the mundane, and may that lead you to give thanks in everything.
Blessings,
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