Many years ago some adventurous folks from “across the waters” landed on the shores of North America. It wasn’t known as that then. Now it is called the United States of America.
Luckily, the adventurers landed at Jamestown, where they met some friendly folks called “Native Americans,” who befriended them and taught the newcomers how to live in the ruggedness of the “New Land.” The pioneers were introduced to corn, beans, squash, pumpkins, turkeys and waterfowl. However, the first Thanksgiving Day celebration, a day set aside to thank God for all of their blessings, was held at Plymouth, Massachusetts.
The newcomers learned rapidly on how to survive in the New Land. As we know, the newcomers started to spread out across the ruggedness of their new homeland and eventually traveled across the dangerous forests and mountains, and Native Americans who weren’t as friendly as those at the original landing. They eventually reached the country’s western shore and the Pacific Ocean.
Now we have multiplied, grown to having people across the nation, developed educationally, politically and powerfully. We have grown into a nation recognized by the rest of the world as a leader of seeking freedom and free speech for all of mankind.
We continue to have our “Thanksgiving” holidays. However, times have migrated to be seemingly less cognizant of the original purpose. Less and less do we see grandmas cooking that ole turkey that grandpa shot out in the backyard. Less and less do we see grandma, or today’s modern housewife, baking that pumpkin pie from scratch. Less and less do we see the whole family gathering to thank God for the blessings of the year, and have gemuetlichkeit feelings. Seldom do we see the Thanksgiving table laden with homegrown veggies, homemade biscuits and cake. The majority of these traditional items are now purchased, fresh or frozen, at ye local grocery.
Yes, times have changed.
Today we see our nation engulfed in a political civil war. The divide today seems greater than divisions between those awesome oceans between Europe and the Orient and the United States.
However, as baseball great Yogi Berra has been quoted, “It ain’t over until it’s over.” God gives us hope. The light still shows through the curtains of hate, bias and prejudice – but not brightly.
There are those around this country who will say their prayers of thanks at their favorite church, and at the dining room table, and even in the now-accepted restaurant setting.
Maybe our traditions will return; maybe our political wars will see a peace treaty, maybe our savior will return to the position of honor and respect. Maybe our hearts will become warm and fuzzy.
Happy Thanksgiving to all!