Gratitude. It’s being more aware of what you have than what you don’t. It’s recognizing the treasure in the simple—a child’s hug, a golden sunset. Most of all, it’s a sense of the greatest gift: The Son of God, Jesus Christ, who took your place.
In the World War II death camp at Auschwitz, Franciszek [FRAN-sih-zeck] Gajowniczek [Guh-JOE-na-zeck] was one of ten prisoners chosen to die. An angel in the form of Franciscan priest Maximilian Kolbe volunteered to take his place. You know, you and I have something in common with Franciszek. We both had a substitute die in our place. And we both have discovered what it means to be grateful. For what we have is far greater than anything we might want. Wouldn’t you agree?
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