[When I was in college seminary, we students sometimes made snide comments about “Hallmark Theology,” which was something easy to understand, syruppy sweet, memorable, and small enough to fit on a greeting card. Now that I am older, wiser, and a lot less cynical, I actually enjoy some hallmark theology. Of course, as with choosing greeting cards, time and care are needed in the selection process.
This is yet another nice thought by Anonymous who is sometimes referred to by his first and middle names — Author Unknown. Since we don’t know who wrote it, the message gets all our focus. And, as always, what means nothing to one might speak volumes to another.]
Thank You, Lord
Thank you Lord for this sink of dirty dishes;
we have plenty of food to eat.
Thank you for this pile of dirty laundry;
we have plenty of nice clothes to wear.
And I would like to thank you Lord, for those unmade beds;
they were sowarm and comfortable last night.
I know that many have no bed.
My thanks to you Lord, for this bathroom,
complete with all the splattered mess,
soggy, grimy towels and dirty lavatory;
they are so convenient.
Thank you for this finger-smudged refrigerator
that needs defrosting so badly;
it has served us faithfully for many years.
It is full of cold drinks and
enough leftovers for two or three meals.
Thank you Lord, for this oven that absolutely must be cleaned today;
it has baked so many things over the years.
The whole family is grateful
for that tall grass that needs mowing
and the lawn that needs raking; we all enjoy the yard.
Thank you Lord, even for that slamming screen door.
My kids are healthy and able to run and play.
Lord, the presence of all these chores awaiting me says;
You have richly blessed my family.
I shall do them cheerfully and I shall do them gratefully.
Even though I clutch my blanket and growl when the alarm rings;
Thank you Lord, that I can hear.
There are many who are deaf.
Even though I keep my eyes closed
against the morning light as long as possible,
Thank you Lord, that I can see.
There are many who are blind.
Even though I huddle in my bed and put off rising,
Thank you Lord, that I have the strength to rise.
There are many who are bedridden.
Even though the first hour of my day is hectic,
when socks are lost, toast is burned,
tempers are short and my children so loud,
Thank you Lord, for my family.
There are many who are lonely.
Even though our breakfast table
never looks like the pictures in magazines
and the menu is at times not balanced,
Thank you Lord, for the food we have.
There are many who are hungry.
Even though the routine of my job is often monotonous,
Thank you Lord, for the opportunity to work.
There are many who have no job.
Even though I grumble and bemoan my fate from day to day
and wish my circumstances were not so modest,
Thank you Lord for life. Lord, Thank You!