The #Blessed phenomenon that appears all over social media these days has both its followers and dissenters. On the one hand, we can argue that in hashtagging “blessed” we are simply giving thanks to God for what we have or what we’re currently experiencing. But what does this message convey to others who are struggling to receive these same blessings and are not? If one person is #blessed because she’s just had a baby, is another woman not blessed because she’s still struggling with infertility?
I have been guilty of assuming my blessings are because of my obedience and own good works. For example, I have financial provision because I’ve been a good steward of my money. My kids offer to help the homeless person on the street because I have raised them right. I get the job because I have developed my talents well. When I announce any of these things under #blessed, I’m not really thanking God. I’m really saying, “Thank you, me. For being the type of person who gets it right.” (Jonathan Merritt, Learning to Speak God from Scratch)
I am vulnerable to pride. I like to take credit. But at the beginning of the idea of blessing is actually the root of humility. A blessing was something received while on your knees by someone of higher standing than yourself. As this sinks in, I realize that everything I have is really two things: from God and not to be hoarded.
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