Today can feel like a mockery to some.
In the contrariness of human nature, when we hear of Thanksgiving, we focus on just what has been taken from us ...
not what we have left.
Native Americans call this day: Thanks-Taking,
for the White Man repaid Squanto's kindness with taking, killing, and lying. I wrote a Fable on it:
But each life has treasures unseen and taken for granted by their constant presence in our lives.
We usually only notice them when they slip from us.
I have made it a practice that as I lay my head on my pillow to sleep,
I thank the Father for the good things He brought into my life that day.
Listing them all makes me aware of how much good I hadn't noticed that day.
Sometimes in the midst of my daytime prayers, I almost hear Him ask,
"And would you like fries with that order? Roland, you receive so that you may give. How much have you given today?"
As the first photo shows:
We may not have much. But we can still share.
Sometimes if we merely acknowledge the other person's pain and his very existence,
it can be healing to that person.
I think Jesus' touching lepers, who for years had not felt human contact, was healing in itself.
Thank you, friends, for being my friends,
visiting, and commenting.
It means a lot.
And may your Thanksgiving be a healing one!