Thanksgiving has always been my favorite holiday. I don’t know what it is about the day or time of year, but I have loved this day and everything it represents. The feels of the season are always well in place by this time and the world is about to collectively focus their attention on Christ’s coming.
No matter who is planning to be a part of the day, our family has always gone over the top with Thanksgiving. The smells start swirling mid morning and by mid afternoon there’s a roasted bird sitting on the table and, my favorite, apple cider gravy. Oh it’s heavenly.
We always lounge around the living room, the smell of Christmas Blend coffee in the air, the parade is streaming across the screen and we’re just all together. We usually take time to reframe our focus around what it is that we are thankful for and it’s always amazing what our kids come up with. Grayson typically the most profound. The things that come out of his heart are usually so good.
Everything has felt different about this year. Looking back, I can remember it was sometime around mid December that something was mentioned on the news about a strain of Coronavirus that had been found on the loose in China and the first wave of concerns began to envelope the globe. But we had no idea what it meant or would eventually become. I mean long gone are the days of Small Pox, Spanish Flu, Black Plague, Yellow Fever, we’re American, we’ve conquered disease!
Oh how we can be reminded so quickly how finite is our wisdom.
Then March came, and the world was collectively made infinitely small for the first time in our lifetime as we recognized how much in common we all have. Anytime there is a global event, there is a Deified component that connects it. I haven’t heard a single person say they came to Christ as a result of the virus, but I can tell you this, you can see Christ in it. It may be the most disturbing thing we’ve seen in so long, and maybe it’s not even the virus that is most disturbing, but the residual effects it’s having on our society. There are both blessings and curses. We are giving a unique and unified reason to help people, but also be separate from them. For the first time in our history, we are commanded to stay separate, and the negative effects are seen staining the faces of people who are desperate for connection but also fearful of contact. This year, as we sit around our table with no matter what sits on it, we have to be extremely thankful for the people that are around that table.
I made a statement a few weeks ago that is captivating me and I cannot shake it. True treasure is the experiences we have and the people we do them with. Maybe that’s why Thanksgiving is so meaningful to me, it is true treasure culminating in a single day when we choose to forget about the global situation happening and we determine our gratitude for the ones closest to us. I’m most thankful this year for the people the Lord has put in my life.
They are treasure.
From the ones that sleep under my roof; those are the most important to me. I owe them everything. They teach me something everyday about how to be a better father, husband, friend.
To those who are in my church. They are my sheep and it’s my desire and delight to care for them. To protect them. To fight along side them/for them when they cannot fight themselves. To feed them and ensure they are spiritually as strong as they can be.
To those in our community. The receivers of hope we are dealing on a daily basis. Hope is dealt here daily and you can receive it!
I’m choosing thankful today. It’s not worth it to be anything else.