So, . . . what do you do then? . . . after you’ve counted them? . . . what then, are you supposed to do? The old hymn encourages us to “Count your blessings, name them one by one . . . count your blessings, see what God has done.” Then what? Is the exercise to be like that of a miser who pulls out his treasures from underneath his bed and lets each coin slip through his fingers as he reminds himself of all the wealth he has accumulated . . . all the money that is his? Guessin’ not. So what’s a blessed man, a blessed woman, to do with all that God has done on their behalf? I’m liking the psalmist’s suggestion . . .
What shall I render to the Lord for all His benefits to me? I will lift up the cup of salvation and call on the name of the LORD, . . . I will offer to You the sacrifice of thanksgiving and call on the name of the LORD. I will pay my vows to the LORD in the presence of all His people, in the courts of the house of the LORD, in your midst, O Jerusalem. Praise the LORD! (Psalm 116:12-13, 17-19 ESV)
After counting the blessings, I need to respond to the Blessor. I need to lift that cup of salvation which has been graced to me . . . I need to prepare offerings of thanksgiving, the “fruit” of counting my blessings . . . and I need to call on the name of the LORD.
Lift the Name high . . . give glory to all that He is . . . the Father who loves us with an everlasting love . . . the Son who paid the once for all price that He might count us as brothers and sisters . . . the Spirit, sent from heaven itself, who has taken up residence within us, leading us, making it all so real.
Praise God, from Whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!
And where do I raise the cup? Where do I “through Him continually offer up a sacrifice of praise to God, that is, the fruit of lips that acknowledge His name” (Heb. 13:15)? In the presence of His people, that’s where . . . in the courts of the house of the Lord . . . in the place where His presence dwells and His glory abides.
If God’s people are counting their blessings during the week, then, when we gather on the Lord’s day, why would we expect anything less than a Praise Fest? Why should the singing be lack luster . . . why shouldn’t there be “amens”, “hallelujahs”, and “preach it brothers” from a congregation holding up their cups of salvation and ready to bring their offerings of thanksgiving? Just sayin . . .
How easy might it be for me to gather with the living temple of God, Sunday after Sunday, and have nothing to offer? . . . because I didn’t count them . . . or, having counted those many blessings, I thought they were just for me . . . or, I just didn’t come prepared to offer Him the worship He is due.
O’ that God’s people would count them . . . and then know what to do then.
Praise the LORD! Sing to the LORD a new song, His praise in the assembly of the godly! (Psalm 149:1)