On Memorial Day weekend, after the church service, I joined with members of the prayer team to share with those seeking help or counsel. Because of my years at Bread of Life, people going through desperate times are often sent over to me for prayer and assistance. Sometimes what I have to offer is instantaneous while other things take time. I told this one person that we couldn’t help them till Monday. I left for home disappointed that I was unable to meet their immediate need.
All too often, in this great land we call home, we can lapse into a state of ingratitude, taking for granted all of the blessings and comforts we enjoy. We revert to an attitude of self-satisfaction, expecting that peace and happiness will always be ours. During those times of comfort, we should with sincerity of heart, count our blessings.
I was reminded this week of the 1897 hymn written by Johnson Oatman Jr. it was one of over 5,000 hymns he wrote in his lifetime. This song, a favorite at Thanksgiving time, called Count your many blessings, put things back in focus for me.
“Are you ever burdened with a load of care?
Does the cross seem heavy you are called to bear?
Count your many blessings, every doubt will fly,
And you will keep singing as the days go by.”
Monday morning, the individual I talked with on Saturday night, came to the mission and our advocates were able to help them. The services we provide are free to all because of the generosity of those who support our efforts.