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The Blessing

Over the past couple years I've had the privilege to be blessed and I don't mean in just the blessings of day to day life (though that is also true) but more specifically I'm referring to the blessing the pastor will declare at the end of the church service. When I was little didn't take much notice of it until I started thinking about the words. Now different pastors use different blessings but they usually involve God being gracious and granting peace. And these blessings unite us as believers more than you might think.

When I lived in Toronto I was blessed in Punjabi almost every Lord's Day. This first made me think of the amazingness of our God, that He not only understands other languages but also created them. You see, God is not the God who blesses only those who speak English and He will bless you even by using languages you don't understand. In the past six weeks I have been blessed in French, German, Italian, and English. It reminds me that my home church is not the only church there is. I have brothers and sisters who are being blessed in Russian, Chinese, Spanish, Arabic, Hebrew, Hindi, Portuguese, Korean, Norwegian, and Swedish  (not to mention all the languages I can't remember at this moment in time).

Next Sunday, when you are blessed, think about your brothers and sisters in other countries and pray for them. We may not understand each other but we understand that our God blesses us and one day we will be blessed eternally in heaven. Cool eh?

*interesting side note, if you live in North America you are actually among the last of God's children to be blessed because of the time changes.

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  1. Mandee30 May 2013 at 08:18

    hmmm, very interesting reminder. :D Thank you for that. I look forward to thinking about that when I hear the blessing next Sunday.

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