Thanksgiving 2016

In my post of November 11, 2011, I mentioned an occasion when I was asked what my “favorite day” is.  And I replied “Thanksgiving.”  Why?  Well, it’s a long weekend.  Great food.  Leftovers.  Family time.  On the big day this year, it’s the Detroit Lions playing the Vikings (hmmm); Redskins versus the Cowboys (yawn); and the Steelers against the Colts (zzzzzzz).   Here we are.  Another November.  Five years later.  Christmas is around the corner.  Wow!  The days go slow and the years go fast.  Faster it seems every year.

On this day of thanks, let us put politics and disagreement aside – remembering that “we, being many, are one body in Christ, and every one members of one another” (Romans 12:5).    We are all – family.  My best wishes to you and your families for a wonderful, happy and blessed Thanksgiving weekend. 

The Desolate Wilderness

“. . . .they knew they were pilgrims and strangers . . . and looked not much on these things but lifted up their eyes to Heaven, their dearest country, where God hath prepared for them a city (Heb. 9:16) and therein quieted their spirits.

The next day they were on board, and their friends with them, where truly doleful was the sight of that sad and mournful parting. To hear what sighs and sobs and prayers did sound amongst them; what tears did gush from every eye, and pithy speeches pierced each other’s heart, that sundry of the Dutch strangers that stood as spectators could not refrain from tears. . . . .

Being now passed the vast ocean, and a sea of troubles before them in expectations, they had now no friends to welcome them, no inns to entertain or refresh them, no houses, or much less towns, to repair unto to seek for succor; and for the season it was winter. And they that know the winters of the country know them to be sharp and violent, subject to cruel and fierce storms, dangerous to travel to known places, much more to search unknown coasts.

Besides, what could they see but a hideous and desolate wilderness, full of wild beasts and wild men? And what multitudes of them there were, they knew not; for which whatsoever they turned their eyes (save upward to Heaven) they could have but little solace or content.”

— Recorded by Nathaniel Morton, keeper of records of the Plymouth Colony based on the account of William Bradford.

Best wishes for a wonderful and Blessed Thanksgiving!