Sermon text: Luke 17:11-19
Who is this man? He lived from 1865 to 1936. He was English, born in Bombay, India. He wrote poetry and is the author of books like Captain Courageous, How the Leopard Got His Spots, and the Jungle Books. If you guessed Rudyard Kipling then you were right. The now famous Jungle Book Stories have been made into a number of movie length films. Kipling’s writings not only made him famous but also brought him a fortune.
A newspaper reporter came up to him once and said, “Mr. Kipling, I just read that somebody calculated that the money you make from your writings amounts to over one hundred dollars a word.” The reporter reached into his pocket and pulled out a one hundred-dollar bill and gave it to Kipling and said, “Here’s a one hundred dollar note, Mr. Kipling. Now you give me one of your hundred dollar words.”
Upon receipt of the money, Kipling looked at the money, put it in his pocket and said, “Thanks!”
The word “thanks” is certainly a one hundred dollar word. In fact, I’d have to say it’s more like a million-dollar word.
It’s a small word but it has a powerful meaning. It might only have 6 letters … but it gets across a message that few other words are capable of achieving.
It’s a word that conveys a powerful message about the relationship of two people and the appreciation of what one has done for the other.
It’s a word that is said with special meaning in response to something unexpected and undeserved that one person has done for or given to the other.
And when that little word is missing … we feel it deeply. When someone fails to express gratitude for something you’ve done … maybe you’ve gone out of your way to do a favor and when that person doesn’t say “thanks” … we feel hurt, used, ignored, and taken for granted and we wonder WHY we even bothered in the first place. … Read full sermon here (PDF)