Saw in the newspaper that President Biden pardoned two turkeys. Liberty and Bell received a repreive. Sorta like an early Christmas present. Although I wouldn’t crow prematurely, Pardoned Twosome. Not everyone prefers a Christmas goose.
Apparently, according to a recent post(11/20/23) by Garrison Keillor, ” Minnesotans produce a billion turkeys a year so that America can feel gratitude.” He added, ” Minnesotans who might’ve written novels and won National Book Awards and appeared on talk shows instead spent their summer and fall supervising herds of brainless birds with giant bazooms. Imagine coming to New York and some slicker asks, ‘What do you do? ‘ and you being honest say, ‘I raise turkeys.’ “
ARE YOU STILL READING?
Well, by now some of you have gone off to buy your turkey or decided you’re reading the post of one. Either’s justified. However, I’m starting to feel sorry for all the turkeys who’ll lose their heads so we can feast “thankfully.” Or fight over the wishbone or with each other.
But then, along with flyers from grocery stores offering the best prices for turkeys, come ads for Black Friday and savings on stuff most of us don’t need. Which causes me to wonder what I’m apt to lose my head over? Hard to keep my head on straight, to resist targeted marketing. Like an ad that popped up today with a mini-skirt bearing this seasonal caption, “Even the tree gets a skirt.”
SO WHAT DO WE REALLY NEED?
Speaking of needs and wishes, November 20th, marked nine years since Jud’s dash on earth ended. It still feels unnatural without him. But while grieving’s lessened, there’s a place that only he fills. Which is good, especially at Thanksgiving and Christmas. Tis the season to remember what we already have, what we really need and what truly matters. It’s each other more than stuff.
So, as we gather around tables tomorrow, maybe it’s long past time we offer pardon to more than turkeys. No matter if we live as long as Rosalynn Carter (age 96), it’s still such a small dash between our date of birth and death. Too short to miss moments of doing more than saying grace. Time to be Grace.
GRACE IS MORE THAN A MUMBLED PRAYER.
And so I thank you for reading and being Grace to me over the years on Caring Bridge and now in this blog post. So tomorrow, Thanksgiving Day 2023, may you be so full from recounting blessings, you can hardly swallow another bite of pumpkin pie, unless it comes with a dab more whipped cream.
P.S. Bill and Randy Petersen in their One Year Book of Psalms(Tyndale House,1999) tell a story behind a familiar hymn, based on Psalm 145:14-21:
Now Thank We All Our God.
It was written during the Thirty Years’ War in Germany “when Germany’s population was decimated, falling from 16 million to 6 million.” Martin Rinckart, a pastor, arrived in Eilenberg, Germany as the war began in 1618. “Because it was a walled city, refugees came from all over the country seeking refuge. Many brought diseases. When the plague of 1637 ravaged the town, Rinckart, was the only minister left in Eilenberg. During that year, he conducted more than 5,000 funerals, including his wife’s.” Yet, like many of the Psalmists, Rinckart amidst deep sorrow composed a song of Thanksgiving.
“Now thank we all our God with heart and hands and voices,
Who wondrous things hath done, in whom his world rejoices,
Who, from our mother’s arms, hath blessed us on our way
With countless gifts of love, and still is ours today.”
Thank you, Pastor Rinckart, for the reminder that Now is the time to sing or say thanks to God and each other.
And so because trust goes beyond what’s seen and felt sometimes, I say to God, family, friends and this life what I often heard my Norwegian grandmother (Bestemor) say,
“Tak fra alt.”
Thanks for everything.
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