1. The word “blessing” has lost all meaning. Watching the coverage of Hurricane Harvey and the flooding in Houston, I’ve seen a further deterioration of an already overused word.
2. For example, “We are so blessed. My Street isn’t flooded but the cross streets all around me are.” Or, “I am blessed that I made it out alive. There are still hundreds of people back there who are stranded, hungry, and needing to be saved.” Neither of these statements (both of which I heard) indicates a blessing or being blessed. They are observations of sheer luck.
3. Statements like this (and countless others) carry with it one flawed implication: God blessed you and you alone. The people around you were left out of the blessing. How do you account for that? How does that make God look? It makes God look petty, mean, and like God plays favorites. Why did you deserve the blessing of the dry street? Why did you warrant the blessing of survival while others wait on their roofs for boats yet to arrive? Where is their blessing? You got yours. You were blessed.
4. We confuse blessings with luck. We confuse blessings with most anything that goes our way. We are just confused.