Growing up, I went to church every Sunday. Grudgingly. Then I hit 15 and I dug in my heels: no more church. I wasn’t a believer. My mother wrung her hands and, I’m sure, prayed for me to find my way back.
Now, so many years later, I’m still not a believer, although I’d really like to be. I think about all those Sundays I spent shifting my butt around, trying to get comfortable on the pew, staring up at the stained glass windows, the minister’s sermonizing just a drone. Whatever the subject, the takeaway was always the same: be thankful.
I think of that message still, on these Sundays that I would like to believe in something. So in keeping with the “be thankfulness” that is in my Sunday ether, I’m starting a Sunday series called What I’m Thankful For.
Maybe it’ll turn me into a believer. Or maybe it will just make me more thankful.
Today, what I’m thankful for are my blue toenails.
What are you thankful for today?