Giving Thanks

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The Goodness of Giving Thanks from Psalm 31: A Prayer in Time of Ordeal



In my native land, Guyana, I was brainwashed as a child to say “thank you” whenever someone did something for me or gave me something. If I forgot those magic words, my mother would remind me:

“What do you say?”

“Thanks, Auntie,” I would whisper.

Giving thanks was reinforced in primary school run by the Roman Catholic nuns: “Never forget to thank God for everything He has given you.” At Sunday Mass, the Catholic priests hammered it in. We not only had to praise God for His wondrous creation, we also had to express our gratitude.

I was unaware of how much saying “thank you” had become a habitual unconscious response until I moved to Brazil and a friend drew it to my attention. While Brazilians may not have the habit of saying…

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  • Rosaliene Bacchus  On 11/19/2012 at 1:44 am

    Thanks for sharing my blog post, Cyril.

  • guyaneseonline  On 11/24/2012 at 5:50 pm

    From Ron Persaud
    To Guyanese Online Blog

    …for you, Cyril and your family and your web- blog- site that provide a “thought-exchange” for the rest of us.

    And here is a composition which came together after I had attended my first Thanksgiving with a genuine American-made “Sarro Bhai”. You most probably know that term for the specific relationship when two guys are married to two sisters. Rita’s sister, Rose, was married to an American, John Bundy who died four years ago. John gave me great insights as to what it means to be American. His most often repeated maxim was “You have a right to swing your fist; it stops right where my nose begins”. The full quote is:- “The right to swing my fist ends where the other man’s nose begins.” Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr.

    I give thanks for the right to live and grow old,
    Because I know how cheaply a life can be sold!
    I give thanks for Liberty and Justice…
    Because I’ve lived where there’s no “Checks and Balances”.
    Thank Heaven I can follow my own chosen star,
    And not have to bow to dictator or czar!
    Thank God for America and all her bounty,
    Because I’ve lived in another country.
    Ronald B. Persaud.

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