Thanksgiving as Life-Preserver
Over a month ago I was doing lots of work on Psalm 100 in preparation for a sermon series. I came across this quotation from Walter Brueggemann,
…our world is at the edge of insanity and we with it. Inhumaneness is developed as a scientific enterprise. Greed is celebrated as economic advance. Power runs unbridled to destructiveness. In a world like this one, our psalm is an act of sanity, whereby we may be ‘reclothed in our rightful minds’ (compare Mark 5:15)… Life is no longer self-grounded without thanks but rooted in thanks.
I liked it at the time, but now I circle back to it because I think it is more essential than ever. Its seems we are drowning in discontent and thanksgiving may just be the life preserver we all need. I feel like our critical lenses are on overload. It has become our only, or at the very least, our predominant mode of discourse with each other. Our every engagement is begun in complaint, or critical disagreement, as if all we know how to do is tell some else what they are doing wrong, saying wrong, and thinking wrong. It reminds me of myself in college. I was overly convinced of my own brilliance. Thousands of years of world history and I have now arrived to prove how Socrates, Kant, and John Stuart Mill (I was a philosophy major, sorry about that) had no idea what they were talking about because I can see all the holes in their arguments. (I had issues. I still do.) I was in incredible need to move to a post-critical stage where I could find both the blessings and challenges of the thoughts of these brilliant people who came before me. I was in serious need of humility, but also of gratitude, generosity of thought, and understanding of deeper motives and lived experience.
I’m a big advocate of lament, of critical reflection, and of counter-testimony. We need to be able to say no to things that are egregiously unjust and inappropriate. We need to be able to publicly express our discontent, and we need to hear corrective nuance to our world views. But when we say no to everything our no becomes watered down to the point of meaninglessness. And when our world is wired to complaint all we can see is that which is wrong. Complaint is essential to health, but it doesn’t make a good bed to lie in forever. And I find myself believing that now, more than ever, we need doxology and thanksgiving. In a world of frayed nerves, fearful hearts, overloaded complaint we are literally ruining our own lives with an inability to recognize good around us and within us.
So take up the life preserver of thanksgiving and take a break from complaint. If not for longer, than at least for the rest of this week. Do not look at things ask yourself: what is wrong here? Look at things and see it through the eyes of wonder and joy: how am I enriched and thankful for this?
Having started with him, let me end with other wise words from Walter B:
The Book of Psalms ends with these sort of outrageous doxologies, but this (Psalm 148) is “Praise the Lord from the earth, you sea monsters and all deeps, fire, hail, snow, frost, stirring wind filling his command, mountains and all hills, fruit trees and cedars, wild animals and cattle, creeping things and flying birds, kings of the earth, princes and all rulers, young men and women, all old and young together.”
It’s an image of all creatures joining in doxology. And I love that, to think that sea monsters — I don’t know how sea monsters howl or how they express their faith, but it’s an early form of [sings] all creatures of our God and King. The whole world is coming in doxology and I just think it’s so wonderful.
I just read a book recently. I don’t know whether it’s right, but it says that Socrates said that all true speech ends in doxology to God. I hope he said that. If he didn’t, he should’ve (laughter).