Tuesday, November 1, 2011

My Pleasure

I was watching a reality show on MTV a few weeks ago about an overweight girl trying to lose weight (maybe it was "I Used to Be Fat").  It was surprisingly sensitive and well-done. Anyway, I was amused at one point when the girl was going through a Chick-Fil-A drive through. She whispered to the camera: "I love going to Chick-Fil-A because every time you say 'thank you' they have to say 'My Pleasure,'" and she giggled.  Then she turned to the guy at the window and kept saying thank you for things and he kept saying "My pleasure."

Last night my father-in-law cooked a big dinner for me and Amber, and afterwards I helped wash the dishes.  He made a point to seek me out and thank me for that, which I felt I didn't need to be thanked for.  I mumbled something like, "No problem."  But thinking about it a minute later, I thought that 'My pleasure' would have been a better reply.  It's hard to think of a more excellent response when someone thanks you than assuring them from your heart: "I was happy to...I loved doing it...It's my pleasure!"

What if when we thank God for our bodies, our food, our earth, our lives, and hope, he just grins and says, "It's my pleasure!"
"God decided in advance to adopt us into his own family by bringing us to himself through Jesus Christ. This is what he wanted to do, and it gave him great pleasure."                                                                              -Ephesians 1:5 (NLT)

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