Thursday, June 02, 2005

90. Thanks

We said the standing prayer once again. Now I remembered why services were so long. Didn't we mean it the first time around? I tried to stumble through the Hebrew, but quickly gave up and switched to English instead. I had never seen this translation; it was modern, without the thees and thous, and much more interesting. I read:

We thank You and praise You morning, noon and night for Your miracles which daily attend us and for Your wondrous kindnesses.

I turned the page, and it said:

For all these blessings we shall ever praise and exalt You.

And more lines like this. There were also parts about asking, pleading--give me life, bring peace--lines that had always bothered me, because I knew God was not a wizard. There would continue to be war, and we would die one day. So I chose to ignore those lines and, in the process, bypassed the thanking and praising ones as well. But now they jumped out at me, because all of a sudden I was bursting with thanks: for the music, the crickets, the heavy branches with dark green leaves stretching over the sunroof. For the guy I might meet this weekend, or even not. For being away from the city and forgetting my crappy week and, momentarily, that I was supposed to be cool. For new experiences that made me very nervous, and even for the idea of thankfulness in the first place.

3 comments:

Glory said...

"Didn't we mean it the first time around?" has got to be a universal question!

Happily, your experience of surpassing thankfulness is also one that translates well.

alto artist said...

Yes, one thing all religions have in common--occasionally, too many words!

And thank you. This little section has been very challenging, in the best possible way, for me to write, and I think the whole reason why I started this blog.

--aa.

Adinah said...

being called to remember...once again...there is truth in the repetetion.