As Jesus made his way to Jerusalem, he went along the border between Samaria and Galilee. He was going into a village when he was met by ten men suffering from a dreaded skin disease. They stood at a distance and shouted, “Jesus! Master! Have pity on us!”
Jesus saw them and said to them, “Go and let the priests examine you.” On the way they were made clean. When one of them saw that he was healed, he came back, praising God in a loud voice. He threw himself to the ground at Jesus’ feet and thanked him. The man was a Samaritan.
Jesus spoke up, “There were ten who were healed; where are the other nine? Why is this foreigner the only one who came back to give thanks to God?” And Jesus said to him, “Your faith has made you well.”
Nine other lepers were also healed, but they failed to thank the Life-giver. Were they ungrateful? That’s doubtful. Feeling new life searching through their bodies probably had them so excited they temporarily forgot that this was a miracle performed just for them. It’s sad that the nine forgot, but I am happy that one remembered to thank His Creator.
Am I always thankful? Do I give thanks to the Life-giver every day of my life? I am certain that I have failed to give thanks over and over again. Forgive me, Lord. How about you? It’s easy to get so busy with the hustle and bustle that we put expressions of thanks on the back burner.
The one that paused to thank Jesus reminds me that it only takes one and today, I am especially grateful for a very special friend who remembers. Her days are full to overflowing with business, but she makes a point to remember special occasions in the lives of her family and friends. She even dares to trod on the path of sad moments. Be it an anniversary of our son’s death or the date of his birth, we hear from her in one way or another. Like the one leper who stopped to thank Jesus, I stop at this moment to thank my friend.