The Theology of Thanksgiving

Yesterday we looked at the Theology of Thanksgiving in  Psalm 92:1-4 .

 Psalm 92:1-4
1 It is a good thing to give thanks unto the LORD, and to sing praises unto thy name, O most High: 2 To shew forth thy lovingkindness in the morning, and thy faithfulness every night, 3 Upon an instrument of ten strings, and upon the psaltery; upon the harp with a solemn sound. 4 For thou, LORD, hast made me glad through thy work: I will triumph in the works of thy hands. (KJV)

We saw the (1) What? (2) When? (3) How? and (4) Why? of Thanksgiving. You can listen to this message by following this link or visit our sermons page.

Praise God for the Thorns

Sandra felt as low as the heels of her Birkenstocks as she pushed against a November gust and the florist shop door.  Her life had been easy, like spring breeze.  Then in the fourth month of her second pregnancy, a minor automobile accident stole her ease.

During this Thanksgiving week she would have delivered a son.  She grieved over her loss.  As if that weren’t enough, her husband’s company threatened a transfer.  Then her sister, whose holiday visit she coveted, called saying she could not come.  What’s worse, Sandra’s friend infuriated her by suggesting her grief was a God-given path to maturity that would allow her to empathize with others who suffer.

“She has no idea what I’m feeling,” thought Sandra with a shudder.  Thanksgiving?  Thankful for what? she wondered.  For a careless driver whose truck was hardly scratched when he rear-ended her?  For an airbag that saved her life but took that of her child?

“Good afternoon, can I help you?”  The shop clerk’s approach startled her.

“I … I need an arrangement,” stammered Sandra.

“For Thanksgiving?  Do you want beautiful but ordinary, or would you like to challenge the day with a customer favorite I call the Thanksgiving “Special?” asked the shop clerk.  “I’m convinced that flowers tell stories,” she continued.  “Are you looking for something that conveys ‘gratitude’ this Thanksgiving?”

“Not exactly!” Sandra blurted out.  “In the last five months, everything that could go wrong has gone wrong.”  Sandra regretted her outburst, and was surprised when the shop clerk said, “I have the perfect arrangement for you.”

Then the door’s small bell rang, and the shop clerk said, “Hi, Barbara…let me get your order.”  She politely excused herself and walked toward a small workroom, then quickly reappeared, carrying an arrangement of greenery, bows, and long-stemmed thorny roses.  Except the ends of the rose stems were neatly snipped: there were no flowers.

“Want this in a box?” asked the clerk.

Sandra watched for the customer’s response.  Was this a joke?  Who would want rose stems with no flowers!  She waited for laughter, but neither woman laughed.

“Yes, please,” Barbara replied with an appreciative smile.  “You’d think after three years of getting the special, I wouldn’t be so moved by its significance, but I can feel it right here, all over again.”  She said as she gently tapped her chest.

“Uh,” stammered Sandra, “that lady just left with, uh … she just left with no flowers!”

“Right, said the clerk, “I cut off the flowers.  That’s the Special.  I call it the Thanksgiving Thorns Bouquet.”

“Oh, come on, you can’t tell me someone is willing to pay for that!” exclaimed Sandra.

“Barbara came into the shop three years ago feeling much like you feel today,” explained the clerk.  “She thought she had very little to be thankful for.  She had lost her father to cancer, the family business was failing, her son was into drugs, and she was facing major surgery.”

“That same year I had lost my husband,” continued the clerk, “and for the first time in my life, had just spent the holidays alone.  I had no children, no husband, no family nearby, and too great a debt to allow any travel.”

“So what did you do?” asked Sandra.

“I learned to be thankful for thorns,” answered the clerk quietly.  “I’ve always thanked God for good things in life and never to ask Him why those good things happened to me, but when bad stuff hit, did I ever ask!  It took time for me to learn that dark times are important.  I have always enjoyed the ‘flowers’ of life, but it took thorns to show me the beauty of God’s comfort.

You know, the Bible says that God comforts us when we’re afflicted, and from His consolation we learn to comfort others.”

Sandra sucked in her breath as she thought about the very thing her friend had tried to tell her.  “I guess the truth is I don’t want comfort.  I’ve lost a baby and I’m angry with God.”

Just then someone else walked in the shop.  “Hey, Phil!” shouted the clerk to the balding, rotund man.

“My wife sent me in to get our usual Thanksgiving arrangement … twelve thorny, long-stemmed stems!” laughed Phil as the clerk handed him a tissue-wrapped arrangement from the refrigerator.

“Those are for your wife?” asked Sandra incredulously.  “Do you mind me asking why she wants something that looks like that?”

“No … I’m glad you asked,” Phil replied.  “Four years ago my wife and I nearly divorced.  After forty years, we were in a real mess, but with the Lord’s grace and guidance, we slogged through problem after problem.  He rescued our marriage.  Jenny here (the clerk) told me she kept a vase of rose stems to remind her of what she learned from “thorny” times, and that was good enough for me.  I took home some of those stems.  My wife and I decided to label each one for a specific “problem” and give thanks for what that problem taught us.”

As Phil paid the clerk, he said to Sandra, “I highly recommend the Special!”

“I don’t know if I can be thankful for the thorns in my life.”  Sandra said to the clerk.  “It’s all too…fresh.”

“Well,” the clerk replied carefully, “my experience has shown me that thorns make roses more precious.  We treasure God’s providential care more during trouble than at any other time.  Remember, it was a crown of thorns that Jesus wore so we might know His love.  Don’t resent the thorns.”

Tears rolled down Sandra’s cheeks.  For the first time since the accident, she loosened her grip on resentment.  “I’ll take those twelve long-stemmed thorns, please,” she managed to choke out.

“I hoped you would,” said the clerk gently.  “I’ll have them ready in a minute.”

“Thank you.  What do I owe you?”

“Nothing.  Nothing but a promise to allow God to heal your heart.  The first year’s arrangement is always on me.”  The clerk smiled and handed a card to Sandra.  “I’ll attach this card to your arrangement, but maybe you would like to read it first.”

It read: My God, I have never thanked You for my thorns.  I have thanked You a thousand times for my roses, but never once for my thorns.  Teach me the glory of the cross I bear; teach me the value of my thorns.  Show me that I have climbed closer to You along the path of pain.  Show me that, through my tears, the colors of Your rainbow look much more brilliant.”

Praise Him for your roses, thank him for your thorns.

Author Unknown

Liberty to Serve

We had a tremendous Veterans Day Celebration at Tabernacle Baptist Church. Before going on the air (we broadcast our services live over the radio), we played the Armed Services Medley through our sound system. It was a stirring rendition of each of the armed service’s hymns. I then took the microphone and explained the history of Veterans Day. The 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month was the signing of the Armistice to end World War I. We recognized each of our men who have served in our armed forces. We had a couple of tables set up in the back of the auditorium with memorabilia and photos of the different servicemen. Many in the congregation wore patriotic outfits. We sang the national anthem and then shared in a responsive reading. We paused for a moment of silence and then taps was played by one of our brass instruments. We then sang America the Beautiful. Following the service we had a little gift for each of our soldiers. The Lord gave us a sweet service.

I preached on Galatians 5:13-15, a message entitled Freedom to Serve. You can listen to this message by clicking here or visit our sermons page.

You Make Me Sick

“You make me sick!” These were the words of Jesus to the the church of the Laodiceans. Why? Because they were neither hot nor cold, but lukewarm. The Greek word for lukewarm is the word we get our word emetic from which means something that makes you regurgitate. Because they were lukewarm, Jesus says He would “spew” them out of His mouth. That word spew doesn’t have the full thrust of the original meaning. (pun intended) The word carries with it the idea of extreme disgust and violent reaction. Here was a group of people that called themselves a church, but Jesus was actually on the outside knocking to get in. I only made it through point one of four on Sunday morning, so I conclude the message on Sunday night. You can listen to these messages by following these links: Part 1 | Part 2 or visit our sermons page.

Anne of Green Gables Update

I mentioned that I would give an update on how the play went. Our family enjoyed the presentation on Friday evening. I was very impressed with the quality of the performance. All of the young people did a great job of portraying their characters. Caleb had a great time playing Matthew. In one line, Anne calls Matthew the “picture of kindness.” Hannah looked over at us and said, “Yeah, right!” We came home and Joanna put the movie in the VCR and showed me Matthew’s part. Caleb nailed it. We were very proud of him. (In a good way, of course). The seniors were selling refreshments, (coffee, soft drinks, cakes and cookies). The technical presentation was also incredible (lights, music, sound effects, etc.) All in all it was a wonderful night.

On Friday, Abigail and I went to Waffle House for breakfast and then drove to Durham where we watched the Clemson football team beat Duke 47-10. We arrived back in Wilson on Saturday evening in time to see the play again. The play must have been good if I went twice. The play was videoed and we will be buying a DVD to show to family members.

Anne of Green Gables

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Drama is in the air at Wilson Christian Academy. Mrs. Kelley’s and Mrs. Abrams Dramatic Production classes have been putting in long hours into this fall’s school play. These classes do a great job representing the story Anne of Green Gables with their fitting characters and impressive attention to detail. Both classes “teased” the student body in chapel on Wednesday of this week to promote their weekend production. We will be going as a family this evening. This picture shows Caleb (our son) who will be playing the part of Matthew. He is in costume, but not make-up. I’ve never seen Anne of Greene Gables. I’m not sure that I could watch six hours of a movie unless their is a little more action. Fortunately the play will be a little bit shorter. I’ve been told I’ll enjoy it. I’ll try to give an update tomorrow.

You can view some of the pictures from chapel this past Wednesday on the Wilson Christian Academy webpage.