Thanksgiving is a reminder to me to be
thankful in the Lord, not just on the fourth Thursday of each November, but day
by day as I walk my pilgrimage. I struggle at times with discontentment and pray to
be thankful in all circumstances. Discontentment is a dark fog that casts a shadow on the joy we
have in Christ. Discontentment seeks its joy in gifts and providences, rather than
in God.
Throughout the Bible, we see that
believers are thankful in the Lord. There are countless passages about thankfulness
and godly contentment. The Apostle Paul demonstrated thankfulness and wrote of
it often in his Epistles, inspired by the Holy Spirit. I have included two
passages from Paul’s Epistles below:
Be thankful in all circumstances, for
this is God's will for you who belong to Christ Jesus. 1 Thessalonians 5:18
Therefore, as you received Christ Jesus the
Lord, so walk in him, rooted and built up in him and established in
the faith, just as you were taught, abounding in thanksgiving. Colossians 2:6-7
The more we come to grips with our depravity
and the depths of God’s love (which is immeasurable) the more thankful we
become. I have seen in my life that when pride swells up, I am less thankful.
Pride tells me I don’t need God as much as I do. God’s grace humbled Paul
before him. Paul writes in 1 Timothy 1:15 “The saying is trustworthy and deserving of full acceptance,
that Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners, of whom I am the
foremost”
We also see in 2 Corinthians 12:7-10
that God used difficult providences to keep Paul from being overcome by pride. “So to keep me from becoming conceited because of the surpassing greatness of the revelations, a thorn was given me in the flesh, a messenger of Satan to harass me, to keep me from becoming conceited. Three times I pleaded with the Lord about this, that it should leave me. But he
said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made
perfect in weakness.” Therefore
I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of
Christ may rest upon me. For the sake of Christ, then, I am content with
weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and calamities. For when I
am weak, then I am strong.”
Like Paul, and all of God’s children, God’s
grace humbles me before him. He chastens me and he ordained all providences in
my life to work together for my good (Romans 8:28.) God is my God and he will not allow me to
worship others. He made his love known to me and he continues to shower his
love upon me. He presses me to read his Word to hear how much he loves me. The Holy Spirit confirms to my soul that I’m a child of God, making me cry Abba Father
(Romans 8:15-16.) My mind cannot wrap around it. Even in my most humble
moments, I cannot grasp the totality of my neediness and God’s grace toward me.
But I get a glimpse and I thank him. With a thankful heart I wrote this poem:
Idolatry brews in my heart
Your sword thrusts a sharp prick
Cutting away the weeds
I’m unfaithful like Ephraim
You bring me to my knees
I’m a wretch. You are holy
You’ve set your love on me
Oh that I could be where you are
That my sins may cease-
One day I’ll be home
Until then I’ll serve here
Your grace is sufficient
Your grace is sufficient
My sins are before me
But you paid the cost
Satan accuses
I’m at peace nonetheless
You condemn not
In Christ, I’m washed pure
A child, in wonder
I look to your throne
You chose me. You called me!
My thanksgiving abounds
Two scripture passages made reference to in
this poem are Psalm 51:3 For I know my transgressions, and my sin is ever before me and Romans 8:1 “There is therefore now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus.” Also, the account of Ephraim can be found in the book of Hosea; Hosea tells of the wandering, sinful ways of God's people and God's everlasting love toward them.
May God grant his church eyes to see his love for us and the grace to keep our eyes fixed on him. How can we thank him enough for the gift of faith he has bestowed upon us? We cannot. But as Isaac Watts puts it, in his hymn When I Survey the Wondrous Cross:
Were the
whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.