Sometimes the speed with which we go from one season to another, from holiday to holiday, scares me as much as the frog I nearly stepped on today that came from nowhere. Is it me or all of us? When the calendar turns to October it seems the invisible conductor signals cut time and we all step faster to his beat.
Last week people were lined up to buy candy and costumes. Our neighbors decked their front yard with hay bales and spider webs and turned the strobe lights on Halloween night as the kids poured by. And just like a page is turned, the sales pages have exchanged pumpkins for Christmas trees and somewhere in between Thanksgiving is a bit lost.
Sometimes I forget that Thanksgiving is a distinctly American holiday. Other countries have their celebration of thanks but the fourth Thursday in November is set aside for ours. It means something different to all of us I expect. We carry our family traditions or forge new ones.
I can’t think of a better reason to celebrate than to give thanks. Our thanks is given to God who provides and sustains. Often not as we expect but as we need, when we need. And no matter how each year we say we’re going to count our thanks all year it gets lost in the next holiday and the next. Not that thanks doesn’t come from our heart and mouths but without as much intention as this time of year.
Let’s start again. With intention to number our thanks and call them out because gratitude isn’t to be whispered.