No, not that gravy-soaked holiday on the fourth Thursday of November that has become known more for kicking off the Christmas orgy of commercialism than for the actual giving of thanks. Rather, the result of random Bible reading.
One habit, which I highly commend, is to open your Bible at random, and read the chapter you’ve “selected.” Today I “selected” Psalm 147, which begins thusly:
1Praise the LORD!
For it is good to sing praises to our God;
for it is pleasant, and a song of praise is fitting.
2The LORD builds up Jerusalem;
he gathers the outcasts of Israel.
3He heals the brokenhearted
and binds up their wounds.
4He determines the number of the stars;
he gives to all of them their names.
5Great is our Lord, and abundant in power;
his understanding is beyond measure.
6The LORD lifts up the humble;
he casts the wicked to the ground.
“He gathers the outcasts of Israel.” And He heals us; binds our wounds. We are all outcasts since Christ Jesus praised, and obeyed, the Father unto death.
Yet we must praise God the Father, for, yes, He surely will heal us and bind our wounds — and gather us outcasts, we who are adrift in the seemingly godless world of today.
Praise Him; love Him; He will surely return the favor.
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