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“. . . give thanks in all circumstances.”  – 1 Thessalonians 5:18 

If there was any saving grace from this winter’s historic Arctic cold front it would be, for our household at least, that it caused us to have a much deeper appreciation for what we have, as opposed to dwelling as we sometimes do on what we do not have; for it was out of pure necessity that in order to endure – indeed to survive – the extreme cold required making best use of what we have rather than concerning ourselves with what we feel we lack or wish we had.

Like many, we experienced periodic loss of power, sometimes for hours at a time causing the temperature inside our home to plummet, a problem over which we had no control.  We had no choice but to figure out how to make best use of what we have.  Without our furnace functioning during the power outages, for example, we created a cozy living space near the gas fireplace in our living room that provided much needed warmth.  We found seldom used wool blankets to bundle up in enabling us to sleep at night.  Taking inventory of our pantry and freezer we found that we were stocked with ample food to feed us for several days, and our gas cooktop ensured we had a place to cook it.  We had candles to provide light during the dark evenings, and a deck of cards along with our old Scrabble board to keep us entertained when we could neither read nor watch TV.

In other words, despite the miserable conditions of those several days, we had plenty, all we needed to get by.  There are, of course, people all around who are less fortunate, who do not have enough to sustain themselves, who lack such basics as food, shelter, and clean water.  But I am not in that category.  So, why do I always want more when others suffer from having too little?  It is one of mankind’s oldest temptations, I suppose, going back to the story of Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden.  They had plenty, all they ever needed to get by – except they wanted more, that one fruit they had been forbidden to take.

I am so like Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden, surrounded by plenty.  Yet, how tempted I am, like them, to reach for more.  Thanksgiving is the only remedy for such a condition, and for a brief few miserable, bitterly cold days I was able to experience a deep appreciation for what we have, and to “give thanks in all circumstances.”

“Death has been swallowed up in victory.”  1 Corinthians 15:54 

“The Bible says my King is the King of the Jews.  He’s the King of Israel.  He’s the King of righteousness.  He’s the King of the ages.  He’s the King of Heaven.  He’s the King of glory.  He’s the King of Kings, and He’s the Lord of lords.  That’s my King!  I wonder, do you know Him?  My King is a sovereign King.  No means of measure can define his limitless love.  He’s enduringly strong.  He’s entirely sincere.  He’s eternally steadfast.  He’s immortally graceful.  He’s imperially powerful.  He’s impartially merciful.  Do you know Him?  He’s the greatest phenomenon that has ever crossed the horizon of the world.  He’s God’s Son.  He’s the sinner’s Savior.  He’s the peak of civilization.  He’s unparalleled.  He’s unprecedented.  He is the loftiest idea in literature.  He’s the highest personality in philosophy.  He’s the fundamental doctrine of true theology.  He’s the only one qualified to be an all-sufficient Savior.  I wonder if you know Him today.

“He supplies strength for the weak.  He’s available for the tempted and the tried.  He sympathizes and He saves.  He strengthens and sustains.  He guards and He guides.  He heals the sick.  He discharges debtors.  He delivers the captives.  He defends the feeble.  He blesses the young.  He serves the unfortunate.  He regards the aged.  He rewards the diligent, and He beautifies the meager.  I wonder if you know Him.  He’s the key to knowledge.  He’s the wellspring of wisdom.  He’s the doorway of deliverance.  He’s the pathway of peace.  He’s the roadway of righteousness.  He’s the highway of holiness.  He’s the gateway of glory.  Do you know Him?

“Well, His light is matchless.  His goodness is limitless.  His mercy is everlasting.  His love never changes.  His word is enough.  His grace is sufficient.  His reign is righteous, and His yoke is easy and His burden is light.  I wish I could describe Him to you.  Yes, He’s indescribable.  He’s incomprehensible.  He’s invincible.  He’s irresistible.  You can’t get Him out of your mind.  You can’t get Him off of your hand.  You can’t outlive Him, and you can’t live without Him.  Well, the Pharisees couldn’t stand Him, but they found out they couldn’t stop Him.  Pilate couldn’t find any fault in Him.  Herod couldn’t kill Him.  Death couldn’t handle Him, and the grave couldn’t hold Him.  I wonder if you know Him?”  (from a sermon by the late Dr. S.M. Lockridge, “That’s My King!”) . . . The Lord is risen, and “Death has been swallowed up in victory.”  Happy Easter!

“Two are better than one . . .  If one falls down, his friend can help him up.  But pity the man who falls and has no one to help him up!” – Ecclesiastes 4:9-10 

In his novel entitled Brendan, Frederick Buechner tells a story of a man pushing himself up from the table revealing that he only had one leg.  As he began to hop sideways to reach for his walking-stick he lost his balance and would have surely fallen on the floor except for Brendan who was nearby jumping up and catching him.  “I’m as crippled as the dark world,” the man confessed, to which Brendan responded, “which one of us isn’t?”  “The truth of what Brendan said stopped all our mouths,” says the book’s narrator.  “We was cripples all of us.”  “To lend each other a hand when we’re falling,” Brendan then philosophies, “Perhaps that’s the only work that matters in the end.”

“We was cripples all of us,” and no story better illustrates this than the Passion story we commemorate this Holy Week preceding Easter.  Jesus had endured an exhaustive trial, flogged, beaten, ridiculed, spat upon, and tortured in every way imaginable, both mentally and physically, then forced to lug the heavy timber on which he was to be executed up the road leading to Calvary.  Exhausted from all this he stumbled, falling face down in the dirt.  It was then that a man from Cyrene named Simon was summoned to the rescue, not unlike Brendan who rescued the man with but one leg.

So, if even the Creator of the universe and Savior of the world can stumble and need someone to lift his bloody, filthy face out the dirt, then carry his burden for a while, what does that say about the rest of us?  How many of us have not from time to time been rescued by another human being?  I often consider how I would never be where I am today if certain people had not been there to catch me before I fall, lift me up when I did, or offer me a chance or an opportunity I did not deserve.  Likewise, in those times when I am upright, am I aware enough and thoughtful enough to offer a helping hand to those who are stumbling, or face down in the dirt buried beneath a heavy burden?

We are cripples, all of us.  That is why “Two are better than one . . .  If one falls down, his friend can help him up.  But pity the man who falls and has no one to help him up!”  May we be there to help one another up; for “to lend each other a hand when we’re falling, perhaps that’s the only work that matters in the end.”  Just ask Simon.

“. . . take courage and do it.”  – Ezra 10:4 

Most of the regrets I have in my life have not been the result of mistakes or failures from something I attempted, but from failing to attempt something for fear of failure.  Likewise, most of the things I have done that turned out to be most rewarding – whether successes or failures – were the things where I gathered enough courage to attempt despite the possibility, even the likelihood, of failure.

One such incident occurred exactly fifty years ago this month.  A mutual friend had set Tee and I up on a blind date, about which we were both dubious because our previous experiences with blind dates had been failures.  Except, this one was not.  But it still took me two weeks to garner the courage to ask her out again because my skeptical mind kept asking, why would such a cute girl want to go out again with the likes of me?  Could it have been my fear of failure from rejection?  Yet here we are fifty years later making plans for our fiftieth wedding anniversary celebration later in the year.

Fear of failure seems to be a common malady in our society, some of which is simply human nature I suppose.  We do live in a culture, however, that demands from us a successful image, otherwise we are deemed losers, leaving little tolerance for failed attempts.  Nevertheless, most successes, as we must surely know, are preceded by multiple failed attempts.  As the great German physicist Max Planck once observed upon receiving the Nobel Prize for his discovery of quantum theory, “Looking back over the long and labyrinthine path which finally led to the discovery, I am vividly reminded of Goethe’s saying that men will always be making mistakes as long as they are striving after something.”  In our own day as we applaud the development of vaccines against the deadly Covid-19 virus, how many failures must have occurred in the research labs before discovering the successful vaccines that will save us from this dreaded disease?

To fail while attempting to succeed is not failure at all, it is learning.  To refuse to even attempt something for of fear of failure, that is real failure, which is to the detriment of personal growth as well as human progress, and often counted among our life’s regrets.  As someone once said, in order to succeed we must fail forward.  So, whatever it is you dream of pursuing, “take courage and do it.”

“. . . she, out of her poverty, put in everything – all she had to live on.”  – Mark 12:44 

My uncle, Glenn Terrell, was my mother’s younger brother and the youngest of four children, thus the last to leave home.  He told me once that when he was leaving to go away to college in the late 1930’s or early ‘40’s his father, my maternal grandfather, took out his wallet and handed him twenty-five dollars.  It was, as my uncle described, all he had.  And knowing my grandparents and how they lived, I’m pretty sure that twenty-five dollars was not just his pocket change, it was literally everything he had.

Now I must confess to being a bit of a tight-wad, and Tee would be quick to admit the same about herself.  So, between the two of us we have always been pretty frugal about our finances.  That is not to say we have denied ourselves in terms of living a comfortable lifestyle, nor have we held back in providing for our children.  And in terms of philanthropy, we have mostly followed the principle of tithing, that is giving ten percent of our income.  That makes us generous, we would like to think.  Except, every time I get a little smug about that, my uncle’s story about my grandfather resurfaces, reminding me that there is a huge gap between giving ten percent and everything you have.

I love the story about Jesus sharing this fact with his disciples.  They are all hanging out together near the entrance to the temple watching people file in and drop their donations into the collection basket, and some of these folks have written some big checks.  About that time Jesus observes a poor widow waiting her turn to enter.  “Watch this,” I can imagine him whispering to his disciples, as she takes two tiny copper coins from her purse and deposits them in the treasury basket.  “I tell you the truth,” he explains, “this poor widow has put more into the treasury than all the others.  They all gave out of their wealth; but she, out of her poverty, put in everything – all she had to live on.” 

There are probably a thousand lessons to be learned from this little incident, but one that jumps out at me is how it redefines generosity from the substance of the gift to love in the heart of the giver.  And I would like to think – although I have no way of knowing for sure – that my grandfather was demonstrating exactly that when he gave his last chick leaving the nest everything he had.  “For where your treasure is, there your heart is also.” (Luke 12:34)