The week before His atoning sacrifice and resurrection, Jesus Christ told His Apostles that a time would come when, “because iniquity shall abound, the love of many shall wax cold.” Once again, in our day, Jesus Christ has called Apostles to spread His message. This November, when much that was swirling around the world made it feel like such a time was upon us, Christ’s prophet, Russell M. Nelson, called for people to rise above clamor and cool the global distemper. He asked that people take the week of Thanksgiving to flood social media, each day, with expressions of gratitude. Millions responded.
Here is the collection of my expressions of gratitude, employing the label #GiveThanks:
Illumination. Spent a pleasant afternoon with Christmas lights, preparing for Thanksgiving Night to flip the switch for the Christmas season. I am grateful for the people who invent these wonderful beauties and for our trading system that makes them available. Cambodia was this year’s new source of bright LEDs.
Books. I have long thought that one of the greatest bargains in the world is a book. An author spends years, perhaps a lifetime, writing and sharing his thoughts, his research, his experience, his ideas, his wit, and charm, his spiritual insights, and much more. And we buy it for a few dollars. I am grateful for those who write, publish, and make books available.
Music. The Christmas season quickly approaches. Music is one of the most wonderful and penetrating ways of celebrating Christmas, in all of its aspects, from the sacredness of the birth of Christ, to the many wonderful traditions and fetes of celebration.
I have a theory that all truly great music—simple or complex—is not created but rather discovered by the composer. Such music is, I envision, part of a body of music already known and celebrated in heaven. I could be wrong, but some music is so sublime that it seems to me impossible that heaven could not already be aware of it. It is my thought that “Greensleeves” belongs to such a class of discovered music. Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony, Pachelbel’s Canon in D, the folk tune “Shenandoah,” among many others, are part of that divine play list, along with beauties yet to be discovered. So it seems to me. I am deeply grateful for those who write, perform, and make music available.
Work. I have come to appreciate work. I am grateful for work. It gets stuff done. My father was a worker. He was always working, on the job, at home, at Church. My sons know how to work and are quick to pitch in. My older son tells me it’s the key to his success in his career: he looks for the tough jobs and succeeds with them. I have seen it, in him and his brother, as the key to success throughout their lives.
I am grateful for the opportunities to work, at home, at Church, and in my career. I am grateful for those who work and those who gave me the opportunity to work and allowed me to apply inspiration to work smarter. I have found work to be the key to faith: you work at what you have faith in, and you get more faith. It keeps on growing. It’s worked for me.
By the way, my Dad liked to tell me that lazy people made the world go round, because they found easier ways to do more.
Art. A multitude of thanks to those, throughout the ages and into the present, who have produced art that has stirred my soul: mind, spirit, and body. I think that the artistic sense is part of the divine in each of us, as examples of artwork are coequal with human history. As with all gifts from God, some nurture their artistic sense and produce inspiring wonders. I love to see such works as I visit art museums, which can stimulate the “muse” in me more than other museums.
The National Gallery of Art, in Washington, D.C., is a favorite. Having seen others around the world, it is truly world class. The Rijksmuseum, in Amsterdam, is breathtaking, especially since the remodeling has achieved marvelous things with light. It takes nothing away from these wondrous museums to admit that I was stunned with my first visit to the Louvre. The incomparable wealth of artistic beauty into which I was immersed overwhelmed me. I am grateful for these museums, and for many smaller gems of artistic display that I have visited. I never feel that there is enough time to take in the experience—good reason to keep going back.
Friendship. Humans are social animals. My experience tells me that we all need friends. I am grateful for my friends, and I thank them for their friendship. I thank them for welcoming my friendship. Our friendship enriches life and strengthens us in times of challenge.
One of the great challenges of recent months has been to overcome barriers to friendship, whether physical barriers, psychological barriers, or even political barriers. I thank my friends for their innovative and extra efforts to rise above those barriers.
I recall the lyrics to the song, “What a Wonderful World:”
“I see friends shaking hands, saying how do you do. They’re only saying I love you.”
It is healthy. I love my friends. They make me wealthy in what really matters. Thank you.
Family. Families are meant to last. I am grateful that I have been part of a family all my life. I first learned of love in my family. The joys of family—such as we experienced in today’s Thanksgiving Day gathering—can make existence in this world of sin all worth it.
Thanks to those who form and keep families, who work hard to preserve and strengthen their families. I think of not just the family of my wife and me and our children, but a family that reaches in both directions, a family with roots and branches. My ancestors have not disappeared into nothingness, and I anticipate a posterity that extends forever. I am strengthened by them all, through Jesus Christ who made families, such as His, to last forever. Of this I am forever grateful. It literally means everything.
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