This is the week to be thankful. 

 

Actually, every month is bettered by gratitude, it is just that the notion is more popular in November. 

 

I heard a story about two people who went camping together. After a long day of hiking, Joe and Gary set up their tent and shared the tasks of cooking supper. The sky was clear and there was a necklace of stars blinking down on them. The older man believed that such lights were proof of people he loved in heaven looking down at him. 

 

After bear proofing their food, and washing the dishes, they settled in by a campfire. The sounds of the night were all around them...  the snap of the flames, the hoot of the owl above their heads calling to its mate. The stream nearby made sweet background patter and the smell of their supper had not completely dissipated. 

 

"What are you thankful for?" Joe asked. The younger man stirred the fire, tossing on another log. 

 

"Can't really think of anything."

 

Joe blinked. He knew enough of Gary's life to understand that he had a loving wife, two great kids, a job that utilized his skills, and a spacious home. Yet, he made no comment. They continued to sit in the darkness, their eyes on the orange squiggle of the flames. 

 

Joe had a list as long as his arm, including the successful treatment of a medical crisis, and two adult children who were finding their way in a confusing economy. Since that intense week in the hospital he had made more effort to spend time with friends, which was why they were here now. He felt no urge to coddle Gary into naming his blessings, though there were many. 

 

"I am grateful for the fire," was all the older man said. And he noticed that while Gary had not named it, he was a beneficiary of the same warmth. 

 

Maybe noticing is not a prerequisite for God's generosity.