"Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good; his love endures forever." -Psalm 107:1
Increasingly so, I am aware of my material wealth. I recall the moment in Cambodia, walking through a slum of shacks, garbage, and malnourished villagers, when I realized that no matter how poor I was in America - if I was scraping by on a teacher's salary, or living on welfare, or somehow lost everything - I would still be incomparably wealthy. And right now, I'm not scraping by. I have so many provisions, countless people who love and care about me, and bright opportunities ahead.
Today, on this fine lowcountry Thanksgiving, my heart is full, and my cup - or rather, my many buckets - overfloweth. In my education class a few weeks ago, we studied the eight "buckets" of wealth and poverty. Wealth is not just material. Even if I lost everything, I have a lot of other buckets that would sustain me.
A Thanksgiving Exercise
Go ahead, do this with me. Pull out a sheet of paper, and draw eight empty buckets on it.
Label your buckets with each of the following:
- Financial - Having money to purchase goods and services
- Emotional - Being able to choose and control emotions
- Mental - Abilities and skills to deal with daily life
- Spiritual - Believing in divine purpose and guidance
- Physical - Having physical health and mobility
- Support Systems - Having friends, family, and backup resources available
- Relationships/Role Models - Having access to nurturing, appropriate adults who do not engage in self-destructive behavior.
- Knowledge of Hidden Rules - Knowing the unknown cues and habits of a group
Beyond money, I am thankful that I am not struggling with depression or anxiety, that I am about to graduate from college and go to graduate school debt-free, that I trust in and serve a God who has redeemed me. Physically, I am both healthy and fit, and I am surrounded by people who care for me. I have two parents who have set a good example for me, and I have been taught how to behave in different social scenarios. How very grateful I am! My prayer is that I do not use these blessings selfishly, but that I really am a blessing to others. I want to not only be aware of the poor, but to actively and intentionally step outside of a comfortable lifestyle to fill up others' buckets.
This day will never come again. No matter what your buckets are like, take a deep breath and remember that you are alive; that, my friends, is one heck of a gift itself. Where ever you are, whoever you are (or are not) with, whatever you are (or are not) feasting on today, I hope you have at least one bucket that is half-full. May we rest and be grateful in our buckets, and may we feel the urgent call to fill others up where we have the means to do so.
Happy Thanksgiving!
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