Today is Thanksgiving and Facebook has been abuzz with Thanksgiving
greetings. I put a 'like' on every one I
saw and posted one of my own. I
apologize if I missed your greeting. I
rate my Facebook savvy as 'moderate,' knowing that it is better than some and will
never be as good as others.
Our family has much to be thankful for this year. New home.
New job. New friends. Not that there was anything wrong with any of
the old ones, but relocating 1200 miles this year was accompanied by changes
that were not a part of last year's move of 2 miles.
Our Thanksgiving tradition over the past few years was to
host dinner at our home. Robin's parents
came. Our children and grandchildren who
lived in town came. A friend I worked
with whose family lived a ways away came and last year we also invited several
others who were temporarily living in Rochester and unable to join their
families.
This year things are different. Very different! There have been three Thanksgiving dinners
for us to attend! Fortunately they have
all been on different days. First was a
meal hosted by the Jicarilla Apache Nation and open to the community. The community center was packed and I
understand that they served 600 meals.
This past Monday we were invited to the home of someone we
have gotten to know and we spent the evening with his family. At the beginning of the evening we only knew
our host and it was a delight to make a few new friends and to sit and listen as
an elder told a few stories of life in Dulce many years ago.
And today we had one more Thanksgiving dinner, hosted by an
extended family with a several members in our congregation. Just before we sat down to eat I counted a
bit more than 40 people present and a few more came in while we were
eating. Everyone brought something for
the meal and as best I could tell everyone took some leftovers home.
Since the dinner was at the church gym I went over a few
hours later to lock up the building and found a large pan of sweet potatoes
sitting at the edge of the parking lot.
There are a fair number of loose dogs on the reservation and after
talking with Robin I decided to leave them where they were. Tomorrow I can check to see if the dogs and the
ravens, who are also quite common here, found the abundance of sweet potatoes
to their liking.
Life is good, as they say, and I seem to have the full range
of good things to be thankful for. There
are also things that trouble me and things that trouble the congregation I
serve. I'm not going to delve into those
things here. The fact is that at the
root of my thankful heart there is something that doesn't change, no matter
what the circumstances of my life may be at the moment. And that is the unfailing and eternal hold of
Jesus Christ on my life.
May the presence of His love be the cause of your
thankfulness, today and every day.