How Well Do We Handle Praise?

The psalmist in Psalm 86, in going through a rough patch, needs a sign performed in his life, assuring him that he is saved.

In our rich country, there are so many signs of salvation in our lives that we take them for granted. One of the gifts we have trouble with, however, is praise. How well do we handle praise?

“Woe to you when all speak well of you, for that is what their ancestors did to the false prophets,” Jesus warns in Luke 6:26. However, Paul encourages us to understand that God has made all things good. Coming from us, then, are good words, good gifts and good actions. As we share these gifts, those receiving them will often show their appreciation with words and actions of praise.

When I was a teenager, I used to work for my father unloading truckloads of canned goods. These we moved into Dad’s warehouse via a steel roller conveyer rack.

The rich suffer divine woes because they can be like canned goods stuck in a storage truck without a conveyor rack. Praise, like all things, wasn’t meant to be kept inside some container. It was meant to be passed along.

Good God, let the conveyer rack of thanksgiving keep rolling the goods we receive as we share with one another. Amen. — KC

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The psalmist in Psalm 86, in going through a rough patch, needs a sign performed in his life, assuring him that he is saved. In our rich country, there are so many signs of salvation in our lives that we take them for granted. One of the gifts we have trouble with, however, is praise. How well do we handle praise? "Woe to you when all speak well of you, for that is what their ancestors did to the false prophets," Jesus warns in Luke 6:26. However, Paul encourages us to understand that God has made all things good. Coming from us, then, are good words, good gifts and good actions. As we share these gifts, those receiving them will often show their appreciation with words and actions of praise. When I was a teenager, I used to work for my father unloading truckloads of canned goods. These we moved into Dad's warehouse via a steel roller conveyer rack. The rich suffer divine woes because they can be like canned goods stuck in a storage truck without a conveyor rack. Praise, like all things, wasn't meant to be kept inside some container. It was meant to be passed along.