Posted by LaRheasa Tidwell, With 0 Comments, Category: Weekly Articles,

Gratitude is an attitude of the heart.

We live in a world motivated by greed and hatred. As we accumulate more, we expect more. The more we have, the more we want. America is plagued with the “more for me” syndrome. It seems odd, but the more we have the less satisfied we become. The new dinette set at times does not call for gratitude. It calls for a matching hutch.

Some would freely destroy their fellow man to gain what they want. And sometimes when we hear the news, it seems the whole world has become savage, with no consideration for any man, much less the Creator.

Yet, in the midst of hate and discord we need to hear of the heroic stand of Christian people giving thanks in the face of great hardships. Thankfulness gives us new hope.

If we pause and count our blessings, we shall find there is much for which to be thankful. If we take the time we shall have added one more blessing to life – the ability to be thankful.

Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God; and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus. Philippians 4:6-7


Old Deacon Redell was the cheeriest man

You’d meet with in many a day;

He allowed the Lord had a pretty good plan

For running the world, and he’d say

“I’m thankful that things are about as they are –

They could be a mighty sight worse;

An’ the things we’ve complained of the loudest so far

Have proved to be a blessing to us”

When others lamented the drought, he’d reply:

“It’s better than havin’ a flood,

An’ we ought to thank God when the weather is dry

That we don’t have to waller in the mud!”

Yet, when it was stormy he’d never complain,

But say with immutable trust:

“The Lord in his goodness has sent us the rain

To lay this discomfortin’ dust.”

When adversity smote him, it fell like a dew

On a mountain’s impervious crest

For his simple philosophy held to the view

That everything worked for the best.

And for others’ misfortunes he always could find

Such sweet consolation to give,

It seemed that he envied the halt and the blind

The lives they were destined to live.

One day he was caught in a threshing machine;

It cost him a leg, but he said:

“That’s getting off cheaper that some I have seen,

“I’m thankful it wasn’t my head!”

And always there after he stumped on a peg,

Or patiently went with a crutch,

Declaring: “I’m saving a lot on that leg-

My socks only cost half as much.”

When his end was approaching, he said with a smile,

As they folded his hands on his breast:

“I’ve worked pretty hard for a considerable while,

And I’m thankful to get a good rest.”

So he went through the world sowing smiles on his way

And the neighbors surviving him tell

Than no matter what happened, it seemed every day

Was Thanksgiving to Ezra Bedell.”