One Thing We Can All Be Thankful For

Erik Cooper —  November 26, 2013 — Leave a comment

I have more to be thankful for than perhaps any one man should. A comedy of blessings (if there ever was such a thing). A full-on cornucopia of goodness, most of which I can take very little credit for.

A godly heritage.

18 beautiful years of marriage.

Three healthy kids.

A meaningful job.




More house than I deserve.

More opportunity than I’ve known what to do with.

The list could go on and on (and on).


But as I sit here at my desk just a few short hours before Thanksgiving Day, I find myself overwhelmed with gratitude for one ridiculously amazing thing. Something we all have access to if we choose, whether our journey is overflowing with blessings or littered with brokenness (or more than likely some mixture of both).

God came for us.

No, really. Did you catch that?

God. Came. For. Us.

(I know, I know, it’s really more Christmas imagery. But if you can fire up your Spotify Holiday Playlist in late October, I can be thankful for the Incarnation on Turkey Day).

In a world that spouts religious obligation from both old-line legalists and new-day radicals (which are really just old-line legalists with their new twist on earn-as-you-go christianity), I’m so thankful for the never-changing message of the Gospel.

God’s Demands (Law) – Perfect. Holy. Impossibly High.

Our Efforts – Broken. Feeble. Far short of the necessary standard.
(Even the self-righteous ones. Perhaps especially the self-righteous ones).

God’s Gift (Grace) – Jesus paid it all. Finished. Gift. Forgiven.

You see, God didn’t demand that we shape up, get it together, and come to Him. He didn’t insist we trudge out to cross the cavernous divide with our own self-made religious contraptions. He didn’t leave us where we were or with what we deserved. He came for us.

Wait, did I say that already?

God. Came. For. Us.

And that changes us. That changes everything.

Regardless of whether you live in a mansion or a shack, if your table is overflowing with a feast or your cupboards are bare, if you can’t wait to gather at Grandma’s or your family is more dysfunctional than the Bluths, we all have one thing we can unequivocally be grateful for this year: 

The Gospel is real. God came for us.

And for that I’m eternally thankful.

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