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**The Abundant Heart: A Harvest of Gratitude**


The grey Pretoria sky hangs heavy today, a typical Akasia afternoon. It’s a backdrop to the daily rush of loadshedding schedules and the ever-present hum of political uncertainty. Speaking of which, the recent debate around the proposed changes to the BEE legislation has me pondering… what truly constitutes a “blessed” life in a nation grappling with such complex realities?

1 Thessalonians 5:18, that simple yet profound verse, “Give thanks in all circumstances,” feels both incredibly challenging and incredibly liberating in this context. It's not a naïve command to ignore hardship, to plaster a smile over profound injustice. Instead, I see it as an invitation to a deeper, more nuanced understanding of grace.

Think of it like *ubuntu*, that Nguni philosophy emphasizing interconnectedness and humanity. Can we truly embrace *ubuntu* and give thanks in the face of inequality, the crippling effects of poverty, and the ever-present threat of crime? It's a question that has wrestled with me, especially as I watch the news and see the struggles of my fellow South Africans. The recent story about the family in Diepsloot, displaced by floods, highlights this beautifully - or cruelly, depending on your perspective. 

My personal journey with gratitude started unexpectedly. A few weeks ago, my car was broken into. Stolen: my laptop, a cherished family heirloom, and a bag of biltong (a small price to pay compared to some, I know). My initial reaction was anger, frustration. But then, a strange calm settled. My family was safe. The thief likely needed it more than I did. I didn't feel the righteous indignation I thought I should. Instead, I found myself focusing on what remained: the love of my family, the roof over our heads. It wasn’t a magical transformation, but a subtle shift in perspective. The gratitude wasn't a denial of the theft, but a conscious choice to acknowledge the good amidst the bad.

This, I believe, is the heart of the matter. Gratitude is not about ignoring the thorns, but about recognizing the roses in amongst them. It’s a spiritual muscle, strengthened through consistent exercise. Philosophically, this aligns with Augustine's concept of finding God in all things, even suffering. It’s not about simplistic optimism, but about a deeper faith that sees the hand of God even in the midst of chaos. It's about finding meaning not despite the challenges, but through them, wrestling with the complexities of our faith and acknowledging that sometimes, the "why" remains a mystery.

The image of a garden, as in the opening, is apt. South Africa, with its stunning diversity and its deep-seated social issues, is a garden of contradictions. The vibrant beauty coexists with the thorny weeds of corruption and inequality. Cultivating gratitude in such a landscape is not escapism, but an act of profound engagement. It's about choosing to nurture the blossoms of hope and resilience even when the soil is hard and the sun seems distant. It’s a testament to the unwavering belief that even amidst the darkness, God’s light continues to shine. And in that light, we find our thanks.


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