Remember the last time somebody gave you something good? Maybe it was pretty or useful, or perhaps someone did something for you that warmed your heart or made you laugh out loud. How did you respond? No doubt you were thankful. But something far greater happened. You were just given significance.
Think about it—when you do good to another person, why do you do it? You do it because they mean something to you—because they’re significant to you. When someone does good to you, the didn’t just give you something valuable, they valued you enough to give to you. You mean something to them. You are significant.
And that’s why we give thanks.
This is easy to miss. On Thanksgiving Day we eat and we’re thankful—but to whom, and for what? We don’t pray to the earth and thank it for giving us food or life—our planet doesn’t give us anything on purpose. We don’t bow and thank a dead bird for its contribution to our waistlines—it didn’t humbly lay down its life for our dining pleasure—it cared nothing for us (or anything else) beyond its own survival. George Washington didn’t declare a feast just so we could thank a cook, or he might have christened it “Thank-a-Cook Day”.
Thanksgiving is a truly Great Day—it reminds us of why we give thanks and not just to Whom. We give thanks, not for the mounds of food on the table or even the hands that prepared it (whatever that means). We give thanks to the God of the Universe Who gave us all good things, including His own Son to die in our place—not because we were good, but because to Him we are all significant.
In fact, without giving Him thanks, I doubt we have any value at all.
“His love has no limit; His grace has no measure.
His pow’r has no boundary known unto men;
For out of His infinite riches in Jesus,
He giveth, and giveth, and giveth again!”
—Chorus from, “He Giveth More Grace” by Annie J. Flint; Music by Brett Williams