Praise the Lord, all you nations!
Worship him, all you peoples!
Because God’s faithful love toward us is strong,
the Lord’s faithfulness lasts forever!
Praise the Lord!
Psalm 117 (CEB)
I’ve always marveled at the fact that as Christians and as a nation in general that we don’t have a season of thanksgiving or gratitude. We seemingly have season’s for everything or it seems as if everyday events have turned into weekend festivities. Yet we don’t have one for thanksgiving or gratitude. Thanksgiving is simply a day in November where a family or group of friends gather to partake in a large amount of food, eat pumpkin pie and watch some football — maybe throwing in a blessings of thanksgiving here and there.
If you gathered in our household this would not be the case (don’t worry we still gather at Mom’s for for more than our fair share of food, pumpkin pie is eaten and a Wiffle Ball Games in honor of Gramps are played with greater frequency than football). Yet in our immediate household, meaning Joe, Z and myself we practice an act of gratitude each day from Columbus Day through Thanksgiving. It takes on different forms each year. Some years its us saying something we are thankful for as we eat dinner together and other years we write it on leaves, or pieces of paper and hang it them around our eating space.
This practice began one year when I realized we had a significant time period between when I grew up celebrating thanksgiving and when I now celebrate thanksgiving. You see Thanksgiving in Canada was and is over what we call in the United states as Columbus day and of course those in the United States know that Thanksgiving is in late November. So our family took on the tradition of making the time between the two as the season of Thanksgiving. We have so much to be thankful for. In fact so much that we often loose sight of what we have to be grateful for.
We as Christians, or even those who are not, have a host of things to be lift up in praise and adoration. I’m going to try to get back in the habit of blogging each day as I lift up and thank God for the multitude of ways I’m thankful for the gifts that have been given to me – gifts given to me in the midst of joy and pain, adversity and blessings, weeping and laughter, and turmoil and peace. I invite you to join me on this journey; join me privately. Join me in the comments sections; join me in your blog posts. Join my family in sharing our praises, thanksgivings, gratitudes, as you gather around your table.
My gratitude for that even when I don’t sense it, feel it, know it or yes, at times when I’m not even sure I deserve it: is that I worship a God who is loving, kind, extends a love that knows no end and is forever present. This gift, this praise, this thanksgiving, becomes the foundation to which all my others are built upon.