Be on the lookout for mercies. The more we look for them, the more of them will we see. Blessings brighten when we count them. Out of the determination of the heart the eyes see. If you want to be gloomy, there's gloom enough to keep you glum; if you want to be glad, there's gleam enough to keep you glad. Better lose count in enumerating your blessings than lose your blessings in telling over your troubles. "Be thankful unto Him, and bless His Name."—Maltbie D. Babcock.
We are indebted to a pastor friend who has uncovered for us certain information concerning soldiers saying grace at meals. Perhaps the reading of this letter from Chaplain (L. Col.) John Williamson will encourage this custom in other organizations. It is a great and proper thing to acknowledge God as the bestower of all gifts.
"It is true that in Company K of the 800th Signal Training Regiment, grace is said before each meal, but it is also true that the 206th Arkansas Regiment, which has been in the Army of the United States for over three years, follows the same custom. I was chaplain of this regiment for more than nine years, and when it became a part of the Army of the United States in January, 1941, I had the extreme satisfaction of inaugurating this custom. Every company mess and the officers' mess had grace said before meals.
"Last November, I met my successor, who became chaplain of the regiment when I was transferred to this station, and he told me that this is still being done. As far as I know, this the only regiment in the United States where grace is said before meals at every mess."—Courtesy Moody Monthly.
For the days when nothing happens,
For the cares that leave no trace,
For the love of little children,
For each sunny dwelling-place,
For the altars of our fathers,
And the closets where we pray,
Take, O gracious God and Father,
Praises this Thanksgiving Day.
For our harvests safe ingathered,
For our golden store of wheat,
For the bowers and the vinelands,
For the flowers up-springing sweet,
For our coasts from want protected,
For each inlet, river, bay,
By the bounty full and flowing,
Take our praise this joyful day.
For the hours when Heaven is nearest
And the earth-mood does not cling,
For the very gloom oft broken
By our looking for the King,
By our thought that He is coming,
For our courage on the way,
Take, O Friend, unseen, eternal,
Praises this Thanksgiving Day.—Margaret E. Sangster.
A preacher going to a country church one Sunday morning, was overtaken by a deacon who remarked, "What a bitterly cold morning, sir. I am sorry the weather is so wintry." "Oh," replied the minister, "I was just thanking God for keeping His Word." The man stared at him. "What do you mean?" he asked. "W ell, over three thousand years ago God promised that cold and heat should not cease, so I am strengthened by this weather to emphasize the sureness of His promises."—Gospel Gleaners.
When we get beyond the trials of this life we shall be filled more and more with thanksgiving. Ira D. Sankey used to tell a beautiful story. A child was on top of Mount Washington with her father, above the clouds, while a thunderstorm flashed and rumbled below. Where they stood was perfect calm and sunshine, though the eyes found nothing but the blue of heaven and a few rocks to rest upon. "Well, Lucy," said her father, "there is nothing to be seen here, is there?" But the child exclaimed: "Oh, Papa, I see the doxology! All around seems to say:
'Praise God from whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.'"—Sunday School Times.
"The only drawbacks to this lovely homestead," said a poetical auctioneer, "are the litter of the rose leaves and the noise of the nightingales." Many of you have no drawbacks worth mentioning but the lack of time to handle all the good things God has given you. Still you fail to sing. Put on the garment of praise and let it cover you from shoulder to ankles. Its graceful folds will hide many a native defect and deformity. A songful soul is Heaven's delight and an earthly joy.—Gospel Herald.
A kind uncle who had just returned from Paris brought his little niece a fine French doll. "Did you thank Uncle for the beautiful present?" asked her mother, as the little girl rushed into the house all aglow with enthusiasm over the new toy. "Yes, Mamma, but I didn't tell him so." This is the way with much of our gratitude. If you are thankful to God, tell him so. If you are grateful for the kindness of a friend express it, that the friend and you may be the better for it.—Record of Christian Work.
An honest farmer was asked to dine with a gentleman, and there asked a blessing at table as he was accustomed to do at home. His host said jeeringly, "That is old-fashioned; it is not customary nowadays for well-educated people to pray at table." The farmer answered that with him it was customary, but that some of his household never prayed over their food. "Ah, then," said the gentleman, "they are sensible and enlightened. Who are they?" The farmer answered, "They are my pigs."—Christian Herald.