gratitude
Ordinary people (Luke 17:11-19)
There is nothing wrong with the nine. There is something extraordinary about the one.
by Diane Roth
Gratitude, need, and desire
These three stances toward God are the beginning of faith.
Gratitude rush
Greeting people on Sunday mornings, I’m fueled by thankfulness for their presence.
Grateful even at the grave
A good pastor looks for the sacred within the ordinary.
When I needed a gratitude intervention
"Write down one thing you are thankful for," said my friend. "Just one."
It's nothing fancy (Luke 17:5-10)
I should have known better. Grandma had nine decades under her belt of doing things her way.
A garden of gratitude: Poet Ross Gay
"I've learned a lot from working with trees. More important, I've worked with people on imagining how to love each other."
interview by Amy Frykholm
Rights or gifts?
In America, we cherish the inalienable right to have things our way.
Learning to give thanks
How is thankfulness engendered? By giving thanks in all circumstances.
Desired things
Be humble. Think of the imagination of God that brought creation into being; there could have been nothing.
by Samuel Wells
Gratitude, by Peter J. Leithart
Peter Leithart’s book can be seen as one long act of ingratitude. Sometimes, he seems to be saying it is more blessed to reject than to receive.
reviewed by Stephen H. Webb
Duty and delight
I cherish Thanksgiving for its cultural institutionalization of the practice of gratitude. And because there are no gifts and few cards.
Our life together: Four practices of healthy congregations
To build stronger communities, we need to get in the habit of recognizing what undergirds our relationships. We can't afford to take it for granted.
Unmerited favor: Matthew 10:40-42
The only rewards that matter can’t be earned.
Windfall: Luke 17:11-19
There are moments when you just know what’s coming next. No one has to confirm it for you; the feeling in your gut is confirmation enough. After I lay on the ultrasound table for two minutes, the technician left me alone while she went to find the radiologist. I knew I was in trouble. No one had biopsied anything. No one had uttered the word “cancer,” much less “lobular invasive carcinoma,” but I knew.