Every once in a while I am amazed by some simple blessing in our lives. For example, it is amazing to me that we can jump into our cars and travel in climate-controlled, music-filled comfort to our destinations with speed and ease. I get thinking how much I would like to take Brigham Young or one of the pioneers for a ride in our Honda Civic. He would be amazed! Imagine driving him across the country in only a few relaxed days instead of months of sun-baked, soul-blistering plodding.
But then I realize that Brigham certainly has a mode of transportation now that is far superior to our old compact car. In fact his mode of travel must be even better than a Mazda Miata! I don’t know just how immortals travel, but I suspect that it makes our cars look very provincial. While I don’t begrudge him his mode of transportation, I suspect that he would not be impressed by ours.
So my gloating falls flat.
But maybe there is an alternative to gloating: gratitude. Maybe we can feel blessed without needing to feel superior. Maybe Brigham would love to roll down the power window in the Civic and slap the side of the car as we zoom across prairie and plain. Maybe his appreciation does not depend on comparisons but on the simple realization that we are surrounded by blessings.
I’m glad for the blessing of our little Honda Civic. Let’s go for a ride, Brigham!
This struck a note with me. As a single parent, I am frequently astounded at God’s generosity. I have an inexpensive 2005 car that I bought used; He also gave me the means to maintain it adequately, which is a relatively new development in my financial life. And I grin when I get behind the wheel. I bet Brother Brigham would love to hear the Book of Mormon on CD, or to sing along with Gladys Knight and the SUV choir. [I know I do!]