Thanksgiving used to take us each year to my sweet mother-in-law’s for a thanksgiving dinner that would have made the pilgrims blush and then back home to our humble abode for Terri’s home spun palate pleasing thanksgiving feast that is reminiscent of a Norman Rockwell painting from The Saturday Evening Post. It wasn’t until I became a Christ Follower that I really began to appreciate the many blessings I enjoy, and to truly be thankful. Dr. Luke records for us that as Jesus was passing through Samaria and Galilee there were a group of ten lepers who cried out for healing. As he drew near they cried out, “Have mercy on us.” In short order, they found themselves on the way to find a priest who would give them a looking over to see if the deadly disease was gone. Funny thing happened on the way to the priest, they were completely healed! Now here’s where the story gets interesting, only one of the ten came back to say thanks to Jesus. Luke records, “And Jesus answering said, were there not ten cleansed? But where are the nine? They are not found that returned to give glory to God, save this stranger. And he said unto him, Arise, go thy way: thy faith hath made thee whole.” Did you catch those haunting words, “where are the nine?” I never want to be numbered with the nine!