I must admit that it doesn’t take much to set me off. The sad part is that I don’t even need to be around other people to express my frustrations. Whenever I am driving to work, I become enraged, pointing out every little imperfection made by other drivers. While sitting in a pew at church last Sunday, I came to a realization. My name is Jay and I am a complainaholic.
Give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you, 1 Thessalonians 5:18.
Perhaps, I have become a product of the environment in which I live. Residing within an hour of Philadelphia. aka Negadelphia, I vocalize what I hear, negative comments. On the eve of Thanksgiving, my human nature is at war with how God wants me to behave. Thus, I am stuck in the mud, trying alter my current state of disappointment toward a Christ like attitude. This transformation requires divine intervention.
Giving thanks always and for everything to God the Father in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, Ephesians 5:20.
After reading a series a verses in the Bible, I have discovered the power of Thanksgiving. On my first day back to work, I began to sing songs of praise, repeating the chorus from worship songs earlier in the day. This simple adjustment enabled me to become more like a servant than a constant complainer. I still have a long road of recovery ahead, but for now I plan at taking things one day at a time, praying that a spirit of Thanksgiving will replace my complainaholic nature.
by Jay Mankus