Updated Thursday, April 24, 2008

Bible Studies for Life lesson for May 4: Appreciate

By Catherine Painter

Focal Passages: Phil. 2:19-22, 25-30; 4:15-18

A man walking along the beach heard a woman cry, "Help!" Her little boy had been swept into the ocean by a big wave. In spite of his new suit and expensive watch, the man plunged in, bringing the child to safety. His suit was ruined and his watch had stopped, but as the mother approached, he said, "It was nothing, lady." She snapped, "What do you mean, it was nothing? Where's his hat?"

Serving others won't always result in receiving appreciation. It must come from the inner sense we did something right for others and for God.

The Apostle Paul expressed appreciation whenever individuals or churches showed him kindness. Scripture highlights times when the Philippian church sent Paul gifts to support his ministry. Imprisoned, Paul's thank-you notes overflowed with appreciation (see Phil. 2:19-22). Once, Paul wrote, "I have received everything in full, and have an abundance" (Phil. 4:18).

Recently, a former choral student wrote, "I appreciate your giving so much time after school preparing me for competitions. I've waited too long to thank you for opening the gate to a new life for me. At the time, I thought you were just doing your job. Now, with two children, I see things differently." I smiled, thinking, " I remember when I thought my mother enjoyed sewing on buttons!"

Today I'm testing my record on showing appreciation. Do I thank the pastor for his message, the pilot for a safe journey, the waiter with a tip? Do I thank family members and friends for kindnesses and memories? Do I thank God for healing me as often and fervently as I formerly begged Him?

It's never too late to show appreciation. I could claim my inability to express myself in gratitude, except that my recipient might recall times I showed no difficulty complaining. I can't honestly say, "I've been too busy."

Neither can I argue that folks don't expect appreciation because they like doing whatever they do so much. Many benefit from my husband Jack's visits to their homes or hospital rooms, and promise, "I'll visit your church when I get well." In many cases, Jack still waits.

Okay! Sometimes I don't say, "Thank you" because I really do forget. Then I blame "chemo brain." What's your excuse?