I came across this piece on Ace yesterday about the appalling lack of basic gratitude that we show today for the great fortune of our lives.
Later I look at my wife and remark, “”You can’t win with these people. She doesn’t even like golf, but is angry that she’s the only woman playing. Then, when her company tries to remedy the “problem,” such as it is, she’s mad about that as well.”
My wife says, “I keep saying this to you–the problem is that they are without God. And they’re so busy whining and bitching about what they don’t have or what they’re not getting or what is or isn’t fair that they can’t even see that they have been given MORE than enough.”
We’re all guilty of this sometimes, but for the left it is their defining character.
And the killshot:
No one wants to say, “I am blessed. God has given me more than I deserve.”
What is so hard about this? Why won’t we say it? Why won’t we acknowledge what has been so graciously granted to us? Are we afraid we’ll lose face? Are we afraid we’ll lose moral superiority?
Or perhaps it’s because we’re afraid that this acknowledgement will then require something of us–something greater than we’re giving at the moment.
I thought about this. Because the implications are vast and because it is also true for me, as I am sure that it is true for you. So it’s time for me to say it:
I am blessed.
I have a wonderful life for which I am extremely fortunate. I am married to a beautiful woman who is caring, considerate and graceful. She always has my best interests at heart and sometimes I struggle to return the gift in kind.
I am healthy and whole. I have been blessed with excellent genetics both in mind and body. I still have my hair, (something which my father, bald in his early twenties, is occasionally despondent), and at 46 I am in great physical condition with no recurring injuries or health problems of any kind.
I want for nothing. If I need it within reason I can obtain it. I live in The Netherlands which without doubt is one of the very best places to live in the entire world, and I’ve lived in a few. My neighborhood is safe and has a healthy community. Children play happily in the streets for which I am thankful.
My immediate family and friends are also for the most part blessed with fortunate lives. While there are issues there is nothing which would cause us a great deal of anxiety or stress.
I have a good job which I enjoy doing and my colleagues are almost all the type of people with whom I wouldn’t hesitate to go out and drink a beer with at the end of the day. Work is hard but it is also a joy. I also am fortunate to have an audience of people who appreciate the words that I write and record. They don’t always agree with me and for that I am also fortunate.
I hope that all of you also have fortunate lives.