The last Thursday in November is the one day that is exclusively
American. We commemorate a harvest
festival celebrated by the Pilgrims in 1621.
When their arduous existence was rewarded with a bountiful
harvest after a year of sickness and scarcity, the Pilgrims gave thanks to God
and celebrated His bounty with a joyous outpouring of gratitude.
Times change.
Traditions coalesce. Their
meaning becomes vague to younger generations of Americans.
In a time when aging veterans are told they cannot fly the
flag under which they served or school children are told by their school board
that there is no time in the day to recite the Pledge of Allegiance, upholding
traditions like Thanksgiving may be at odds with our devotion to progressivism
or secular self-interest.
If there is one day each year
when food and family take center stage, it is Thanksgiving. It is a holiday
about “going home” with all the emotional content those two words imply.
The need to connect with loved
ones and to express our gratitude is at the heart of Thanksgiving and a nostalgia
for a simpler time. Somewhere in the hustle and bustle is
the abiding national memory of a moment in Plymouth, nearly 400 years
ago, when two very different cultures shared an autumn feast.
To be grateful is to recognize
the Love of God in everything He has given us—and He has given us everything.
Every breath we draw is a gift of His love; every moment of existence is a
grace.
I must admit, that this year more
than any other in my 61 years of life, I have been stringing the pearls of His
favor.
With the diagnosis that I have
restrictive lung disease, I became depressed.
My depression was lifted when God brought me to my lung specialist. I am not well, not cured, but I am in better
health as a result of this very caring and compassionate medical professional.
From the miracle of heart catheterization,
I have learned that my heart is healthy and not the source of my lung disease.
From the government shutdown,
when I was not being paid despite reporting for duty each day, I was able to
liquidate some assets in order to stay afloat financially.
You find yourself praying in times
of need. You should also pray in the
fullness of your joy and in your days of abundance.
This Thanksgiving I am thankful
for the heavenly blessings which God has bestowed upon me. I will recount the days filled with
abundance, joy and gratitude. I will
kneel in prayer for all the gifts I have received and have yet to receive.
For my readers who have taken a
moment from their busy day to leave their kind words and their heartfelt
thoughts and prayers, I have been touched by your compassion.
God grants us a gift of 86,400
seconds a day. You took a few of those precious
seconds to think of me and wish me well.
I can never repay your kindness.
I have always loved A.A Milne’s children’s’
story about Winnie-the-Pooh. It was Piglet
who noticed “that even though he had a Very Small Heart, it could hold a rather
large amount of Gratitude.”
I will be thinking of you at
Thanksgiving and asking God to bless you abundantly, love you dearly and watch
over you always.
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