It’s Thanksgiving week!  Did you hear about the lady trying to buy a turkey for Thanksgiving? A lady was looking for a turkey but couldn’t find one big enough. She asked the stock boy, “Do these turkeys get any bigger?” The stock boy replied, “No they’re dead.” Let the groans begin… J

The third chapter of the book of Colossians is stuffed full of what I call the Attitudes of Gratitude.  As our culture is trying to pass-by Thanksgiving to get to Christmas, we must take time to stop and count our blessings.  Epaphras, the young pastor who was shepherding the church at Colossae, was setting the table with the reality that many blessings come in the form of attitudes we choose to adorn.  Young Epaphras squashed the idea that only valuable blessings come in the form of things, but he insists there are some spirit-filled attitudes we can embrace daily.  At the centerpiece of chapter three we find a challenge to “put on” certain attitudes of gratitude.  One of the attitudes that is addressed is the attitude of kindness.  The recipe for kindness is practically taught throughout the New Testament in word and in deed.  Here are four words that are associated with kindness in scripture; Hospitable (Titus 1:8), Preferring another before ourselves (Romans 12:10), to Bear another’s burdens (Galatians 6:2), and Putting the needs of others before our own (Matthew 5:44).

I think Mark Twain was onto something when he said, “Kindness is the language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”

As we observe the changing of the leaves, may we be willing to ask ourselves if there is an attitude or attitudes that we need Christ to change in us?

I love the short story about Mamie Adams, considering her experience; “Mamie Adams always went to a branch post office in her town because the postal employees there were friendly. She went there to buy stamps just before Christmas one year and the lines were particularly long. Someone pointed out that there was no need to wait in line because there was a stamp machine in the lobby. “I know,” said Mamie, ‘but the machine won’t ask me about my arthritis.”