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Blessed


If you woke up this morning with more health than illness,
you are more blessed than the million who won’t survive the week.
If you have never experienced
the danger of battle, the loneliness of imprisonment,
the agony of torture or the pangs of starvation,
you are ahead of 20 million people around the world.
If you attend a church meeting
without fear of harassment, arrest, torture, or death,
you are more blessed than almost three billion people in the world.
If you have food in your refrigerator,
clothes on your back, a roof over your head and a place to sleep,
you are richer than 75% of this world.
If you have money in the bank,
in your wallet, and spare change in a dish someplace,
youare among the top 8% of the world’s wealthy.
If your parents are still married and alive,
you are very rare.
If you hold up your head with a smile on your face and are truly thankful,
you are blessed because the majority can,
but most do not.
If you can hold someone’s hand, hug them
or even touch them on the shoulder,
you are blessed because you can offer God’s healing touch.
If you can read this message,
you are more blessed than over two billion people in the world
that cannot read anything at all.
You are so blessed in ways
you may never even know.


An anonymous reflection which has been doing the rounds of the internet for years, but no less worthwhile because of that...
Happy Thanksgiving, not only to my friends in the USA, but to all of you who read these ramblings.


"Oh, give thanks to the Lord, for He is good! For His mercy endures forever."
Psalm 107:1
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Unknown said…
Good reminders of overlooked truths - especially in a climate of overwhelming gloom and doom here in Dublin.
Thursday, November 25, 2010 4:04:00 AM
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