We have a Thanksgiving tradition. I don’t think it originated with us. As we sit down to celebrate, each person finds two pieces of corn on the plate. We pass a small basket around twice and each of us share something we are thankful for and drop in a kernel. It is a good way to focus.
I would say I don’t need to focus. Every morning is Thanksgiving for me. It is hard to spend time contemplating the nature and goodness of God without crossing the line to thanks. This morning my meditation turned to Philippians,
(Php 2:5-8 KJV) Let this mind be in you, which was also in Christ Jesus: Who, being in the form of God, thought it not robbery to be equal with God: But made himself of no reputation, and took upon him the form of a servant, and was made in the likeness of men: And being found in fashion as a man, he humbled himself, and became obedient unto death, even the death of the cross.Then it went to the Word becoming flesh and dwelling among us and becoming sin on our behalf. If I wasn’t worried about waking up the neighbors I might have a shouting spell. I like a bit of alliteration so I start the categories of my thanks with “G”. Here it stand for Grace and Gospel.
It is similar to the perpetual Father’s Day I experience. Often my daughter will take me shopping with her and the kids. It becomes a celebration of grandchildren as I take over the cart and turn it into a race car or a bumper car. At the end of the day I thank my daughter for a great Father’s Day. I am thankful in the morning for the G of genetics, generations or genes.
I could go on but you are getting too old to spend the time with my celebration. It is a daily Thanksgiving.
I am going to try to start a new Thanksgiving/Advent tradition this year. We have our Christmas light up and I want to start the habit of going out before the grandchildren go home and plugging them in to celebrate the start of the season of the incarnation. There are not a lot of lights. No one will be driving across town to see our display but it should be enough to impress our youngest if I let them try to plug things in.
Blessings on you as you count your grace gifts and celebrate the greatest gift of all.
homo unius libri