Thanksgiving A.D. 1620/1863/60-70

Thanksgiving 1620

 
    Who were the Founding Fathers and Mothers? Refugees and immigrants, fleeing persecution (at the hands of the Anglicans no less!) And how did they survive that first Massachusetts winter? By the provision, of Supplemental Nutritional Assistance by the indigenous People they met, at Plymouth among other places. We now live in a political scene where the perspective of some might be described as ‘nativist’, but we would do well to recall our story, in a manner that leads to humility and self-knowledge. So the holiday can become a distant mirror on our time.
 
Thanksgiving  1863
 
   Our national holiday was established during the Civil War. While leading the struggle against slavery, Abraham Lincoln also wanted citizens to “implore the interposition of the Almighty hand to heal the wounds of the nation.” Our shared ‘mystic chords of memory’, our being ‘not enemies but friends,’ as he would say toward the end of the war, lay at the heart of the day’s purpose. Such a goal seems no less urgent in our own day.
 
Thanksgiving 60-70 A.D.
 
Thanksgiving is about just that, gratitude for God’s blessing bestowed on us. But the Scriptures help us to articulate this virtue in the whole of our lives. We too were once sojourners, says Exodus. And as such are to be judged by how we treat the most vulnerable. Matthew 25 reminds that the needy, our neighbors, are our alter Christus. And we are an Eucharistic people, whose worship is to be inseparable from self-offering in every domain of our life, as Romans 12 reminds us. Finally the ‘new world’ we are to discover is the Kingdom, in whose dress rehearsal we share, gathered with ‘every family, language, people, and nation’ (Revelation 7).
 
Peace, +GRS

Complete the Race (II Timothy 4:17)

At the end of our vacation we find ourselves in Chicago for its Marathon weekend (the fastest, I have read this morning, perhaps because it is cool and relatively level). Marathons offer many good things. You can see world-class athletes from places like Ethiopia and Kenya. There is a feel of fiesta with signs by family members, getups by some for-fun runners, and food for sale.

But as I looked out my hotel window at 7:30 a.m., I watched the race of competitors who have lost legs or their use. Wheeling vehicles by arm for 26 miles means serious fitness and determination.

Those competitors were to me, this morning, a symbol of the Church too. For each is wounded. The larger family cheers them on. Each by grace has risen up to run the race. Ahead is the goal, the prize, the welcome home. We find the companionship of Jesus the Lord, there, and along the route too.

Amen.

GRS