Thanksgiving seems to be the acknowledgement that what is, could have not been, and yet it still is, and may remain to be, not because of one’s merits, but perhaps of the graces operating in his life. An act of thanks, like an act of worship or praise, must be univocal to an act of justice, it is warranted because it may not have been, yet is, even when we don’t deserve a single piece of it.
Why is this the case? I wouldn’t be surprised if it is simply for the sake of giving thanks for the good that is in energy now, actualized already, in potency surely, and contingently favorable, all things considered. How often do we really give thanks to God, not just daily, but every moment? I would imagine it’s probably not very often as we may think that it is operating in habit. I think this is because what is, what was, and what seems likely to remain, is all taken for granted.
“This was as it was when I took the reins, and I’m still not satisfied, and desire more than what I now have, so why must I abject myself to the idea that it could all be taken from me?” the irrational mind asks; but, that’s precisely the point: it can be all taken from you, in the blink of an eye. So, to give acknowledgment, gratitude, recognition, and humiliation to the One whom, out of pure maximal charity, providentially gives what is good to all, seems like the only reasonable thing to do for the one to whom it was given to. To whom all was given, all there ever was, was a simple just act of giving a “thank you” in return.
“Alleluja. Confitemini Domino, quoniam bonus, quoniam in saeculum misericordia ejus.” (Psalmus 117:1)
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