Enter his gates with thanksgiving, and his courts with praise! Give thanks to him; bless his name! For the Lord is good; his steadfast love endures forever, and his faithfulness to all generations. [Psalm 100:4-5 (ESV)]
“A Bayberry Candle burned to the socket brings Luck to the household, Food to the larder and Gold to the pocket.”
Every year a friend sends me a bayberry candle to burn on New Year’s Eve. Legend has it that lighting a bayberry candle when the first star appears, burning it past midnight into the new year, and letting it burn all the way down will bring good luck, wealth, and prosperity to a home. We can’t stay awake past midnight and allowing an unattended candle to burn down to its socket seems more a guarantee of fire and disaster than good luck. Nevertheless, in honor of our friend, we light our candle every New Year’s Eve and extinguish it shortly after the new year begins in Greenland (three time zones east).
There are a host of new year’s traditions ranging from jumping seven waves or eating a grape at each stroke of midnight to smashing plates, hanging onions on your door, or eating Hoppin’ John. Like the bayberry candle, these traditions are supposed to ensure good fortune for the coming year. Rather than trusting in luck, however, we trust in God.
Starting the new year by taking inventory of the past year’s God-given blessings seems a better tradition than trusting the new year to candles, grapes, or a mixture of black-eyed peas, rice, and pork. While I keep a gratitude journal, some families have a “gratitude jar” into which little notes of thanks are dropped throughout the year. With the new year’s advent, the jar is emptied, the notes are read, memories are enjoyed, and a new year of gratitude begins with an empty jar.
If you had a gratitude journal or jar, what things would be mentioned from the past year? Would there be thanks for finding things—the car keys, the money to pay the mortgage, or the perfect gift for that hard to please relative? What about unexpected blessings—technical assistance that spoke English, the surprise visit from your children, or a year-end bonus? There could be thanks for the ability to give—Christmas boxes to Samaritan’s Purse, blood to the Red Cross, clothes to the charity resale shop, or an opportunity to a deserving person. Gratitude would probably be expressed for the various people in your life—be they exterminators, trash collectors, skilled surgeons, first responders, your spouse, grief counselors, helpful sales associates, or physical therapists.
In all likelihood, there’d be gratitude for your accomplishments and those of others—not burning the holiday pies, getting sober, or finally finishing the 1,000-piece puzzle. Would you mention the moments that took your breath away, whether a roseate spoonbill in the swamp, a double rainbow, or seeing the elusive green flash at sunset? Would you write of thing that were found—perhaps the solution to a problem, the right words, a lost locket, or a new friend? Surely, there would be thanks for things received, be it a good mammogram report or words of encouragement, forgiveness, and love.
Of course, there would be thanks given for arrivals—the prodigal who returned home, spring daffodils, or a new baby. What about things that happened—trips, weddings, baptisms, and anniversaries—as well as things that didn’t—hurricanes, leaky roofs, or getting downsized? Perhaps there would be thanks for getting through a challenging time—anything from the terrible twos or chemo to the loss of a spouse—as well as thanks for things as simple as the cat, Amazon Prime, a child’s giggle, or deep-dish pizza.
There is so much for which to be grateful—from big things like Jesus, salvation, forgiveness, and eternal life to little ones like warm chocolate chip cookies, FaceTime with the kids, or a lazy afternoon with a good book. If you don’t have a gratitude journal or jar, what about looking through the hundreds of photos you probably have on your phone? You’ll probably be reminded of all sorts of ways in which you were blessed this past year. Remembering them all is a great way for one year to end and the new year to begin because it reassures us that God has our lives firmly in His hands.
I don’t know how this year will play out for any of us—but I know it will not be without its challenges. Nevertheless, remembering the good things of 2025 reminds us that God protected, defended, supported, loved, and blessed us in the past and reassures us that He will do the same in the coming year!
New Year’s resolutions are made and broken every year. Perhaps the best way to begin this year is to start with the determination to look for our blessings and offer thanks for them daily.
Happy New Year, dear friends. May 2026 be filled with a multitude of blessings and gratitude.
Give us, O Lord, thankful hearts which never forget your goodness to us. Give us, O Lord, grateful hearts, which do not waste time complaining. [St. Thomas Aquinas]
In all probability, you’re not having more than 5,000 guests for dinner today and they won’t be dining al fresco on a hillside. Nevertheless, John’s description of that miraculous meal sounds a bit like Thanksgiving dinner at any number of homes today. There will be lots of people and more than enough to eat but, instead of all the leftovers being gathered in baskets, we’ll pack them into storage containers made by Rubbermaid, Glad, Tupperware, and Pyrex.
The early Christians often marked anniversaries of the martyrdom of Christ’s followers. By the fourth century, however, there’d been so many martyrs that there weren’t enough days to honor them all and the idea of one feast day honoring all the martyrs began. In 609, Pope Boniface IV established an All Saints’ Day in May. After Christianity came to Ireland, however, the Roman church attached the Feast of All Saints to the pagan holiday of Samhain (a celebration of the end of the harvest and precursor to Halloween). In 847, Pope Gregory IV formally rebranded this pagan Celtic festival as All Saints Day. Saturday, November 1, is All Saints’ Day and, regardless of your denomination, it remains a day to commemorate all of the saints, not as determined by any Pope, but as defined in the Bible.
I began my prayer with the words of John Baille found in A Diary of Private Prayer. He opened the prayer by praising the “Lord and Maker of all things” for things like “the life that stirs within me” and “the bright and beautiful world around me.” But it was the inclusion of “all you have given me to fill my hours of leisure…music and books and good company and all the harmless and delightful pleasures” that gave me pause. How often do we offer praise and thanksgiving for “leisure” and the “delightful pleasures” of life? Do we regularly praise and thank Him for the taste of strawberries, the scent of lilacs, the joy of making love, napping in a hammock on a summer day, enjoying a latte and a fresh-baked almond croissant, completing a sudoku or crossword puzzle, a good workout at the gym, a game of mahjong or golf with friends, snuggling on the sofa with the cat, eating s’mores around a campfire, playing Crazy 8’s or Uno with the kids, binge watching Netflix on a rainy day, or warm apple pie with vanilla ice cream? Each of us has our favorite leisure activities and sources of pleasure and yet pleasure is not one of the words typically associated with Christian belief. In fact, many consider pleasures to be the devil’s tool used to keep us from a godly life!
This proverb about iron sharpening iron reminds me of Sunday dinners when I was a girl. After the roast beef was placed in front of my father, he picked up the carving knife and a steel rod. With dramatic flair, he would run the knife back and forth against the steel before carving the meat. For the perfect slice of beef, he used iron to “sharpen” iron.
We were discussing when and how we came to believe in the existence of God. Those who’d been brought up in families of faith said there never was a time they weren’t aware of God’s presence. Others spoke of believing in God because He is visible in His creation—in flowers, majestic mountains, birds, sunrises and sunsets, the vastness of space, or the miracle of birth. One came to believe in God while attending Vacation Bible School with a neighbor and another met God through a campus ministry. After apologizing in advance for “grossing” us out, one woman shared her experience while in medical school.
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