Sunday Devotional – Thanksgiving for Deliverance from Death

For those of you who are not American, our Thanksgiving holiday is coming up this week.  The first (recognized) Thanksgiving in America was celebrated in 1621 when the pilgrims had an abundant harvest.  Since they were mostly Puritans, of course their reaction was to thank God for the harvest that would tide them through the winter.

It wasn’t until 1863, under President Lincoln, that Thanksgiving became a national holiday.

And now, almost four centuries later, we will continue the tradition this Thursday.

Today, I’m just going to post a Psalm that has been true for me many times in my life, and it does show what I am most thankful for, and what a debt I owe to my God – a debt I doubt I can ever repay in my own power.


Psalm 116 – Thanksgiving for Deliverance from Death

 I love the LORD, because He has heard
         My voice and my supplications.
 Because He has inclined His ear to me,
         Therefore I will call upon Him as long as I live. 

 The pains of death surrounded me,
         And the pangs of Sheol laid hold of me; 
         I found trouble and sorrow.
 Then I called upon the name of the LORD:
         “O LORD, I implore You, deliver my soul!” 

 Gracious is the LORD, and righteous;
         Yes, our God is merciful.
 The LORD preserves the simple;
         I was brought low, and He saved me.
 Return to your rest, O my soul,
         For the LORD has dealt bountifully with you. 

 For You have delivered my soul from death,
         My eyes from tears, 
         And my feet from falling.
 I will walk before the LORD
         In the land of the living.
 I believed, therefore I spoke,
         “I am greatly afflicted.”
 I said in my haste,
         “All men are liars.” 

 What shall I render to the LORD
         For all His benefits toward me?
 I will take up the cup of salvation,
         And call upon the name of the LORD.
 I will pay my vows to the LORD
         Now in the presence of all His people. 

 Precious in the sight of the LORD
         Is the death of His saints. 

 O LORD, truly I am Your servant;
         I am Your servant, the son of Your maidservant; 
         You have loosed my bonds.
 I will offer to You the sacrifice of thanksgiving,
         And will call upon the name of the LORD. 

 I will pay my vows to the LORD
         Now in the presence of all His people,
 In the courts of the LORD’s house,
         In the midst of you, O Jerusalem. 

         Praise the LORD!