Thanksgiving Eve, 2009

I generally hate it when I’m asked to list things I’m thankful for. I don’t disapprove in principle, let me hasten to add. It’s just something that makes me uncomfortable. I’m keenly aware that I enjoy a life of health, prosperity and comfort that would have suggested heaven to my ancestors (see my translations of my great-great-grandfather’s letters), and that in spite of those benefits I’m a crabbed and bitter-minded man. My mind’s focus is generally on the things that are lacking in my life. To be fair to myself, some of those are pretty big things. But if I put aside the sins of envy and malcontent, I still have plenty of things to give thanks for. Such as:

A home to live in. That blessing is compounded this year by the fact that I was recently approved for refinancing, which ought to make my financial circumstances a little more comfortable in 2010 (which I say we should all agree, ahead of time, to pronounce “Twenty-Ten”).

Jerry Nordskog and the folks at Nordskog Publishing, who took a risk on getting me back in print again (you do know I have a book out, don’t you? You can buy it here. Or here. The perfect Christmas gift for everyone on your list!).

The people at the schools of the Association of Free Lutheran Congregations, who continue to permit me to play Eccentric Librarian in their beautiful facility.

A good church to attend, not too far from where I live.

My family, for having the patience to put up with me as we gather a couple times a year—this Saturday being one of them.

Phil, for giving me the keys to the blog, and not complaining too much about the dents and scrapes I put on the fenders.

“I would maintain that thanks are the highest form of thought; and that gratitude is happiness doubled by wonder.” (G. K. Chesterton)

4 thoughts on “Thanksgiving Eve, 2009”

  1. You’re welcome. It’s remarkable how things have come along over the past few years. I’m thankful for you too, for hanging around a plebeian like me for so long.

  2. Lars, that’s one of my favorite quotes by Chesterton. Why then might thanks the highest form of thought? My guess is that it’s in gratitude that we get furthest away from selfish concerns; furthest away from an obsession with self.

  3. Since we’re talking Chesterton –

    “Here dies another day,

    During which I have had eyes, ears, hands

    And the great world round me.

    And with tomorrow begins another.

    Why am I allowed two?”

    Happy Thanksgiving to Brandywine Books bloggers and commenters.

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