"You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means."
Photo by Melyna Valle on Unsplash Holy God, may we remember those who have gone before us, that you say they are Blessed in ways in which the world may scorn, we pray that we may do your will and be counted as a saint, blessed be in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen. One of the movies my family has watched over and over is The Princess Bride. In one of the scenes, a kidnapper of the princess repeatedly mutters: Inconceivable . Inconceivable. Another man responds: "You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means." That’s my common thought when I see t-shirts and wall icons and decals on the back of vehicles proudly stating, I am Blessed. We are indeed fortunate if we have a warm place to sleep, we have food to eat, and our family is not under a threat of violence, but Jesus doesn’t promise us that security. And we should be thankful. However, being blessed is not some sort of litmus test to tell us and others t