“Neither were thankful” (Rom 1:21). Leonard Lindsted tells of an incident at a bus stop during the days of WWII. Rationing involved the use of “mills,” red plastic coins worth a fraction of a cent. A man dropped one, and it rolled through the crowd to Leonard’s feet. He picked it up and handed it back. “Thanks for a tenth of a cent!” the man said. “You’re welcome; you don’t meet many who would thank you for something like that.” “Whatever my faults, ingratitude isn’t one of them.” Lindsted saw the bus approaching. “I’m wondering, if you would express thanks for a mill, undoubtedly you would be thankful for even greater things.” “For example?” “Did you ever hear of the Lord Jesus?” “Yes, who hasn’t?” “Well you know He died on the cross for our sins. I never knew that till a few years ago. I thanked Him for dying for me. Tell me, when did you thank Him for dying for you?” A tinge of red crept into his cheek. With an inscrutable look, he disappeared onto the bus.