“When he saw he was healed, came back, praising God in a loud voice. He threw himself at Jesus’ feet and thanked him.” Luke 17:15-16
Lord Jesus, you didn’t save us, and you don’t do anything for us, just to be thanked. You’re not like us—insecure and “needing” appreciation and affirmation. You are glorious and generous—alone worthy of our adoration and affection. Hallelujah, and thank you.
Indeed, thank you. Thank you for already cleansing us of our heart-leprosy—far more lethal than skin leprosy. We are as forgiven as we’ll ever be. We are clothed in your righteousness and destined for an eternity of perfect everything. The Gospel is this true, this good, and this beautiful.
And while we’re at it…
Thank you for right now being the ruler of the kings of the earth—sovereign over every crawdad, crown, and crisis. You are always redemptively at work—when we see it, and when we don’t.
Thank you for loving our kids and grandkids more than we do. You are more worthy of our trust for their lives than worry is worthy of our sleepless nights and attempts to fix them.
Thank you for the colors green and blue (mention your favorites!), for you were creator before redeemer. Thank you for smell of spruce trees, the texture of cheesecake, Rembrandt, the sound of crashing waves, and Scottish pipes and drums music.
Thank you for decisively defeating death, sin, evil, and disease by your cross and resurrection. They are destined for termination. Cancer, Alzheimer’s, racism, trafficking, hatred, war… they don’t get the last word. You do. So Very Thank You, and Amen.
