Luke 17:11-19 · Ten Healed of Leprosy
Thanks-Giving Is Good for Everyone
Luke 17:11-19
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by David G. Rogne
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A.J. Cronin tells of a doctor he knew who prescribed in certain cases of neuroses what he called his "thank-you cure." When a patient came to him discouraged, pessimistic, and full of his own woes, but without any symptoms of serious ailment, he would give this advice: "For six weeks I want you to say 'Thank you' whenever anyone does you a favor, and to show you mean it emphasize the words with a smile." "But no one ever does me a favor, doctor," the patient might complain. Whereupon, borrowing from scripture, the wise old doctor would reply: "Seek and you will find." Six weeks later, more often than not, the patient would return with quite a new outlook, freed of a sense of grievance against life, and convinced that people had suddenly become more kind and friendly.

In the scripture we read, Jesus brings about the healing of ten persons suffering from leprosy. Nine continued on their way; only one came back to express his gratitude, and he wasn't even a Jew. He was a Samaritan, a member of a group of people Jews looked down on. Jesus makes the observation, sadly I think, that ten persons were healed, and only one returned to express thanks. There are some lessons to be learned here about thankfulness.

The first thing I want to say is that thankfulness benefits the person who is thankful. It provides a much-needed balance in times of difficulty. I was visiting in the hospital some time ago and I had occasion to call on two ladies who were having a particularly difficult time of it. That one lady was in pain was obvious. She was also terribly depressed: in fact she was in tears most of the time. She referred to herself as a big baby and suggested of her own volition that her depression was the result of her own self-pity. She could not think of anything but her own situation and that made her feel low.

The other lady had been in intensive care and knew all of the discomforts and pain of being plugged into a variety of machines and devices. Nevertheless, her spirits were high. She was thanking God for the close attention and constant care she was receiving. She was aware of what others around her were suffering, and she was thankful that her own difficulties were not worse than they were. She was also thankful for what friends were doing for her family while she was hospitalized.

I don't mean to say that people who are ill need to be Pollyanna or thankful for their infirmity, but even in the midst of pain, there is healing to be found in thanksgiving, for it opens our eyes to blessings we might otherwise overlook. Years ago there was a song we used to sing. It was called "Count Your Blessings" (lyrics by Johnson Oatman Jr.). Perhaps it had neither great music nor great poetry, but it was good, practical theology. It went something like this:

When upon life's billows, you are tempest tossed,
When you are discouraged, thinking all is lost,
Count your many blessings; name them one by one,
And it will surprise you what the Lord hath done,
Count your blessings, name them one by one;
Count your blessings, see what God hath done.

One person, going through dark times herself, decided to follow that advice and came up with the following poem:

One midnight, deep in starlight still,
I dreamed that I received this bill:
5,000 breathless dawns all new;
5,000 flowers fresh with dew;
5,000 sunsets wrapped in gold;
1,000,000 snowflakes served ice cold;
100 music-haunted dreams
Of moon-drenched roads and hurrying streams,
Of silent stars and browsing bees;
One June night in fragrant wood;
One friend I loved and understood.
I wondered when I waked that day
How in the world I could ever pay![1]

If an attitude of thankfulness helps us in time of need, it helps us in good times too. In one of his books, Fulton Oursler tells of his old Negro nurse, Anna Maria Cecily Sophia Virginia Avalon Thessalonians, who was born a slave on the eastern shore of Maryland and who attended the birth of Oursler's mother and his own birth. She taught him his greatest lesson, the lesson of the thankful heart. "I remember her as she sat at the kitchen table in our house," he wrote, "the hard brown hands folded across her starched wrapper, the glistening black eyes lifted to the whitewashed ceiling, and the husky old whispering voice saying, 'Much obliged, Lord, for my vittles.'" "Anna," he asked, "what's a vittle?"... "It's what I've got to eat and drink that's vittles"... "But you'd get your vittles whether you thanked the Lord or not," he said. "Sure, but it makes everything taste better to be thankful," was her reply. After the meal she thanked the Lord again and then said: "You know, it's a funny thing about being thankful — it's a game an old colored preacher taught me to play. It's looking for things to be thankful for. You don't know how many of them you pass right by unless you go looking for them... Take this morning. I woke up and lay there lazy-like wondering what I got to be thankful for now. And you know what, I can't think of anything to thank him for and then from the kitchen comes the most delicious morning smell that ever tickled my old nose. Coffee! 'Much obliged, Lord, for the coffee... much obliged for the smell of it!' "

There came a time when Oursler went through a very trying and bitter period of discouragement and failure. He said the memory of Anna's spirit of thanksgiving gave him a handle to work with and it literally pulled him up and out and onward. Then he was called to the bedside of a dying Anna, old, crippled, feeble. Standing beside her and noting her hands knitted together in pain, he wondered what she would be thankful for now. "She opened her eyes, smiled, and the last words she spoke were: 'Much obliged, Lord, for such fine friends.'" Among the simple blessings of life we so thoughtlessly take for granted, we too need to say, "Much obliged, Lord, for everything"[2]

The second thing I learn from this incident is that thankfulness not only affects the outlook of the thankful person, it affects the outlook of others. Jesus was disturbed by the ingratitude of the nine, but gratified by the thankfulness of the one. So far as thanksgiving is concerned, it has been said that the mass of people can be divided into two classes. There are those who take things for granted, and those who take things with gratitude. The attitude we assume affects others. To take benefits from God or from other people without a thought or a word of thanks creates a spirit of ill-will. Winston Churchill told of a man who risked his life to save a drowning child. When he delivered the child to his mother, instead of thanking the man, she merely snapped a question: "Where's Johnny's cap?" You can imagine that that man did not go away feeling appreciated.

Gratitude costs so little and means so much. It does people good to be thanked. It is amazing what we can do for others, as well as for our own souls, if we simply pause and say "thank you." A number of years ago William Stidger, a seminary professor, was confronted with the necessity of preaching a Thanksgiving sermon. It was a difficult time and he was in a difficult place. He felt hard-pressed, looking for something affirmative to say. He began to think of the blessings he had in his life and the things for which he was thankful. He remembered a woman who taught him in school and of whom he had not heard for many years. Although it was years ago, he still remembered that she went out of her way to put a love of verse in him, which had been a source of enjoyment to him for years. So he wrote a letter of thanks to the old lady. The reply he received was in a feeble scrawl and it began, "My dear Willie." He was thrilled about that. Stidger was over fifty at the time, bald, a professor, and he didn't think there was anybody left in the world who would call him "Willie." It made him feel years younger right off:

My dear Willie, I cannot tell you how much your note meant to me. I am in my eighties, living alone in a small room, cooking my own meals, lonely and, like the last leaf of autumn, lingering behind. You will be interested to know that I taught in school for fifty years, and yours is the first note of appreciation I ever received. It came on a blue-cold morning and it cheered me as nothing has in many years.

Stidger was not sentimental but he wept over that note.

He then thought of other people who had been kind to him. He remembered one of his old bishops who had been most helpful at the beginning of his ministry. The bishop was in retirement and recently lost his wife. Stidger wrote a belated letter of thanks to the bishop. This was the reply:

My dear Will, your letter was so beautiful, so real, that as I sat reading it in my study, tears fell from my eyes; tears of gratitude. Then, before I realized what I was doing, I rose from my chair and called her name to show it to her — forgetting for a moment that she was gone. You will never know how much your letter has warmed my spirit. I have been walking about in the glow of it all day long.[3]

What more needs to be said on that point? Our thankfulness provides great therapy for ourselves and for others.

The third thing I want to say is that thankfulness also opens our relationship with God. The one leper who returned offered thanks to Jesus and praise to God. Thankfulness is the beginning of the religious life. When a person senses that all of life is a gift, he cannot help but be open to the source of life. There is a little table blessing many people teach their children. Perhaps it is the first prayer the child learns. It goes:

Thank you for the world so sweet;
Thank you for the food we eat;
Thank you for the birds that sing;
Thank you, God, for everything.

It is a simple prayer, but it is the beginning of a perspective on all of life that will help the child to appreciate the blessings of life that will always surround him.

A young college coed from the flatlands of Kansas arrived for her first semester at her new college in New England. She couldn't get over the beauty of the New England hills ablaze with autumn foliage. Her roommates would find her standing and looking at the hills in rapt awe and saying: "Dear God, it's more than we deserve! It's more than we deserve." Those words, I take it, were sincere expressions of gratitude to God.

In his inspirational book To Kiss the Joy (Nashville: Abingdon Press, 1983, p. 145), Robert Raines tells of a surprise he got when he rounded a bend on a mountain road on a trip to the West. He was enthralled to see a deep blue lake with ranges of pyramid pines stretching for miles beyond. He was taken aback with the beauty of the scene. He pulled into a turnout to take it all in. A man pulled his car into the turnout as well, got out of the car, opened the trunk, took out a trumpet, and began to play a heartfelt melody of appreciation to the Creator. He was returning thanks, like a leper who returned and glorified God for his gift!

Grateful recognition of the presence of God will often be the determining factor as to whether one goes on to victorious living or down to defeat following a crisis. There is a great hymn titled "Now Thank We All Our God." It is a hymn of thanksgiving, but it was written by a village pastor after the town where he served was almost destroyed by a plague followed by a famine. In 1647, a plague and famine swept across that town and in one year 8,000 persons perished. It almost destroyed a heroic people but some did survive. Their pastor composed this hymn. At first he started it as a prayer for his own family at mealtime. Since then it has found many uses. It was sung at the dedication of Cologne Cathedral, it is sung in the German churches on New Year's Eve, and it even has a prominent place in the Japanese hymnal. Think of these things in its history as you hear the words:

Now thank we all our God
With heart and hands and voices,
Who wondrous things hath done,
In whom his world rejoices.

Who, from our mothers' arms,
Hath blessed us on our way,
With countless gifts of love,
And still is ours today.

There is healing for the soul in a hymn like that. If people can sing that way in faith and reverence and thanksgiving, no tragedy can separate them from God.

Giving thanks is good for us, good for those about us, and good for our relationship with God. There is healing in giving thanks. Thanks-giving is good for everybody.


1. Courtland W. Sayers, How Much Would This Cost? [quoted in Lection Aid, Vol. 3, No. 4], p. 11

2. Shared by Charles M. Crowe, Sermons for Special Days [New York: Abingdon Press, 1951], pp. 145-146

3. William Stidger, More Sermons in Stories [New York: Abingdon Cokesbury Press, 1954], pp. 117-118

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