A Day of Giving…
So here in America we set aside a day every November and call it Thanksgiving. Lots of big meals are prepared, shared from soup kitchens to lush mansion tables. Some bow heads and actually give thanks – to the One who has provided. While in other places football drowns out any thought of all this food coming from anyplace other than the supermarket.
How have we made a day of giving thanks into a time of harried families travelling, TVs blaring, and shoppers lining up outside department stores? Was a time when if you forgot the potatoes or the cranberries, there wasn’t a store that was open – it was more important that their employees were home with their family.
This is the post-Christian society we now live in. “God says, ‘I will save those who love me and will protect those who acknowledge me as LORD.” (Psalm 91:14 GNT) “But those who turn to crooked ways the LORD will banish with the evildoers.” (Psalm 125:5 NIV)
So I propose that in the days leading up to Thanksgiving we start a conversation – with store clerks, people in line, and wherever we are. Maybe say Happy Thanksgiving – and even add on, I’m thankful for your help today – or thank you for the work you do. At least it would give pause for thought.
What if the wheels of progress dared to stop for a day and bosses thanked their employees for their services and employees thanked their bosses for their jobs. This is way too radical, right?
Back to reality. But it only takes a spark to start a revolution. Why do the current ‘revolutions’ have to be about things that are detrimental to life and well-being, to faith and family. How about the heart of America starts beating once again – and revolts against darkness and evil?
“Take no part in the worthless deeds of evil and darkness; instead, expose them.” (Ephesians 5:11 NLT)
How about we insist the TV is silent while we share what we’re thankful for and then acknowledge Who has given it? How about we dust off the Bible and read about the Provider? How about a Day of Giving…not only thanks but of ourselves – to the God who gives us our next breath along with the turkey on the table? Radical.
parisrenae 