It is those two words again: someone said ‘thank you’ to me on Sunday for something I had done.
Saying ‘thank you’ is no big deal; just two words. But it was a different kind of ‘thank you’; sometimes ‘thank you’s’ to the ordained seem almost disembodied andÂ ‘unthinking’ (it may be that here I am getting too thoughtful for my own good….); ‘thanks for the sermon’, ‘thanks for the visit/wedding/etc’ or my all time unfavourite ‘Thanks; that was nice’.
I do unthinking/disembodied thank you’s; ‘thanks’ when I get my coffee in a cafe or ‘thanks’ when I get my change in a shop. Very polite and good manners, but not really paying full attention to the other person or really taking in what they have done.
This ‘thank you’ was heartfelt and it didn’t airbrush my faults (in this instance, there were things I had clearly forgotten to do) but it was gracious and it got through my British self-depreciation and reserve.
I’m not talking about this for applause; there have been occasions when I have done stuff that was ill-conceived and then flat batted any criticism by talking up the ‘thank you’s’ that I had received. I’m mentioning it as I am thinking about Grace and I’d like to have a go at saying ‘thank you’s’ like the one I received on Sunday. Maybe the other person might then feel like I did; a bit bigger.