Having grown up in a third-world country, I sometimes saw people I loved living in houses with dirt floors, with a live chicken walking across the living room. We often had no running water, or the water would come out of the tap looking brown. It had amoebas, so we couldn’t drink it. There was mold on our walls where I grew up. The electricity would go off at any time and sometimes stayed off for hours. An earthquake demolished the entire city when I was six years old. A few years later a bullet almost killed my sister. People begging in the streets had no arms and legs.
We truly don’t understand how good we have it in the United States. We covet the next shiny object and are never satisfied with our lives, even though we have a warm house and food on the table. This reminds me of the verse: “But if we have food and clothing, with these we will be content.” (I Timothy 6:8)
In honor of Thanksgiving, I would like to share my favorite thankful song: