Thursday, November 27, 2008
Yeah, it's a turkey dog.
We have a tendency in this country to do a couple of things with this day of the year. We either turn it into a time of thanks for family, football, and food, or we trivialize it altogether with silliness like the picture above.
Then I remember that Cole's Hill was the end of a dream for 80 out of the first 120 pilgrims that landed on the shores of Massachusetts.
The first Thanksgiving was born out of gratitude to God for preserving the rest.
My Father and Mother never forgot growing up during the Depression - a hard time to be a teenager. I suspect they were not even thinking about Christmas at this time of year, or sitting across a table anything like what most of us will (or are) today.
So all things considered, I thank God for the blessings my family enjoys today as we gather in peace, in abundance, and in love.