Summary: The Psalmist’s questions: “How can I repay the LORD?” We can all answer “We cannot repay!” Indeed, we cannot even pay the interest on our debt.
A DEBT WE CAN NEVER REPAY
“What shall I render to the LORD For all His benefits toward me? I will take up the cup of salvation, and call upon the name of the LORD. I will pay my vows to the LORD now in the presence of all His people. ” Psalm 116:12-14 (quickview)  NKJV
The Holman Christian Standard Bible translation reads, “How can I repay the LORD all the good He has done for me? I will take the cup of salvation and worship the LORD. I will fulfill my vows to the LORD in the presence of all His people.”
The New International Version also reads “How can I repay the LORD?” We can all answer the Psalmist’s question: “We cannot repay!” Indeed, we cannot even pay the interest on the great debt we owe Him.
SOME OF THE BENEFITS THAT GOD GIVES TO US
1. Life itself:
Often we take life for granted like it is something we own in our own right. The story, entitled “Chemo-Man” that appeared in the July 18, 2006 internet edition of the Sermon Illustrator pictures life in a far more accurate way. It is well worth taking the time to read…and reflect. The article is entitled “Chemo-Man”.
“The first close friendship I ever had began when I was fifteen years old. Chuck and I went through high school and college together, we double-dated together (and got rejected together); we were confidants and counselors and chums through every important event of life.
Several years ago Chuck called to tell me he had cancer. The initial prognosis was very good, although he did have to undergo difficult treatment. In typical fashion Chuck shaved his head before the chemotherapy began, covered it with glue, sprinkled it with gold glitter, and walked around the house in his underwear, calling himself "Chemo-Man."
Chuck and I lived more than two thousand miles apart at this time, but we talked every Saturday morning during the time he was undergoing treatment. The chemotherapy destroyed his appetite; he was unable to keep food down; he became so gaunt and emaciated that he was almost unrecognizable even to his children. At one point an infection set in, and his condition was briefly touch-and-go because the chemotherapy had so weakened his immune system. But Chuck pulled through, and eventually he completed treatment. Chemo-Man had prevailed.
A month later, Chuck had his first post treatment checkup. He called me that night: The cancer was back, the doctor told him, at levels as high as they had been before treatment. Being a doctor himself, he knew that the return of the cancer this strongly, this quickly, meant that he was going to die. It was a death sentence.
I was numb. When I went to bed that night, I couldn’t even pray. "It’s some mistake," I protested. "They’ll find out it’s okay." I marveled at how quickly denial sets in.
At 6:30 the next morning, Chuck called again. "You won’t believe this," he said. Someone in the lab had mistakenly switched his results with those of another patient, who had not yet even been through treatment. It turned out that Chuck’s cancer was gone and has not reappeared, these many years later.