I cannot praise the NHS enough this week. The paramedics who came to me when I thought I was dying were excellent. The under staffed doctors and nurses in A and E as I lay on a bed in agony were excellent. The receptionist who let me sleep in a chair as I couldn’t go anywhere for a few hours not being able to get a lift home until gone 9am, was excellent. My new colleague Debbie was so kind to me when I was feeling grotty. She picked me up from hospital, went to the meeting I should have been at, then brought us lunch at home. This included wraps, which later I watched Alice the cat enjoy as we left the ones we didn’t eat on the table! We have mad cats. Another one of the new intake seems to enjoy cheese and onion crisps! Anyway...
As well as me suddenly going into hospital, Lis has had a night in the Royal Papworth in Cambridge trying to help her with her sleep problems. She has had a through 24 hours of sleep study tests and we had a helpful time with a consultant tonight before we left. Some of the staff on the ward were amazed we said thank you to them. Others were amazed we asked their name when they were kind to us. It is as if showing gratitude is so counter cultural in 21st century Britain, people are surprised when you tell them you appreciate their care. In a desperately overstretched NHS, with staff at breaking point, the least we can do is say we are grateful to them for their care. The ward at Papworth tonight had nurses and doctors from Greece and Spain and Poland. So why are we leaving the European Union can someone tell me?
I love that the word “Eucharist” when we think about communion means thank you. When we kneel and hold the bread and wine of the sacrament in our hands we are reminding ourselves of the generosity of Christ who gave himself for us and gives us renewal and life and hope as we remember what he is about. I’ve over the last year and a bit been held by the Psalms, especially at Anglican evensong where we don’t leave out the horrible bits but we thank God for being there in good and in horrific. The other week in Norwich Cathedral we shared this Psalm: Psalm 83, words of assurance there is an end, and that end is in the hands of God, and we rehearse God’s goodness until we know it and anticipate it to come in completeness when his Kingdom is come. That’s Christian hope!
To truly love God is to love our neighbour. There is a gift and there is a giver. Gratitude acknowledges dependence on the person who gave the gift. We recognise that we are not self-sufficient and that we really do need one another and the gifts that we receive from others. Gratitude is my response to that gift. I am bemused why, like nine lepers in Jesus’s ministry we find it too difficult or unnecessary?
Velvet is grateful I’m in for the evening! She’s thankful for my lap and my attention. I need to rediscover a spirit of gratitude again. To live life never seeing divine possibility and going in on yourself, is really hard. But imagine a life where no one feels appreciated.
Gratitude acknowledges our need for one another.
Our need of God gratitude at its best is manifested in the context of reciprocal relationships. To truly love God is to love our neighbour. There is a gift and there is a giver. Gratitude acknowledges dependence on the person who gave the gift. We recognize that we are not self-sufficient and that we really do need one another and the gifts that we receive from others. Gratitude is my response to that gift.
And tonight after a tough week, I was grateful for a chip! So thank you Riverside Fish Bar in March. I needed you tonight!!
Please remember to be grateful. It will make someone’s day if you acknowledge them. If we were more grateful, well, who knows how different the world might be.
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