The day before yesterday was Thanksgiving.  On Wednesday I mopped floors and cooked.  Then I cooked again, yesterday morning, until time to pick up my sister and bring her to my house.  She qualifies for paratransit, but she is afraid to come by herself, so I drive to her residence and ride back with her.  Our exceptional brother was here to help.

We sat her in my office chair and wheeled her up to the table.  Her turkey was chopped into the finest of morsels, and everything else on her plate was soft and easily swallowed.  I pulled my chair up close and hand-fed her. Our brother took over from time to time so I could eat a bit.

No, our Thanksgiving in no way resembled the stereotype picture of that large, happy family gathered around an enormous table piled high with delectable goodies.

Please understand.  I do not tell you this to solicit pity, for as tired as I was, I felt such thankfulness, because my ninety-year-old brother is in great health, and my sister who suffers from Alzheimer’s still knows me and is able to eat dinner in my home, and we were together—three elderly siblings.

Thinking about our situation I thought also of the Pilgrims at Plymouth Rock in 1621.  After a bitter winter, disease, and starvation, their numbers were decimated by 50%, but in spite of heartache and loss, the fifty-one remaining Pilgrims, Chief Massasoit, and ninety of the Wampanoag Tribe met together to give thanks for a successful harvest.  That first Thanksgiving was not a feast or a holiday. It was a simple gathering to say “thank you” to God. 

Thanksgiving has been an on and off thing since 1789 and was only declared a federal holiday (the fourth Thursday in November) by Abraham Lincoln in 1863.  In 1939, while the U.S. was still suffering from the great depression, and the Second World War had erupted in Europe, President Roosevelt changed the holiday to the third Thursday in November for the benefit of American merchants, who thought that an extra shopping week before Christmas would boost sales and help the struggling economy.  The new date confused and angered many people, and some states refused to comply contending that appeasing business was not sufficient reason for a change.

In 1941, Congress passed a law returning Thanksgiving to its original time.

For many people, the meaning of Thanksgiving is lost.  Although it has historical roots in religious and cultural traditions, it has long been celebrated as a secular holiday.  For many it means feasting, four day holiday week-ends, football, floats, family reunions, or a forerunner to Christmas festivities.

Word is that there is a movement afoot to eliminate the name and purpose of Thanksgiving and relegate it to a generic holiday.  The ultimate purpose is to expunge from our culture any vestige of faith or acknowledgement of God.

That may very well happen one day, but there is still a large segment of our society who recognizes that everything we have is a gift from God, and Thanksgiving is a yearly reminder of that, a perfect day for an attitude check and a change of outlook.

In 1963, President John F. Kennedy issued this proclamation.  “Over four centuries ago our forefathers, far from home in a lonely wilderness, set aside a time of thanksgiving.  On the appointed day, they gave reverent thanks for their safety, for the health of their children, for the fertility of their fields, for the love which bound them together, and for the faith which united them with their God.”

It seems like a marvelous example to follow!

In I Thessalonians 5:18, God tells us that we are to give thanks in everything.  “In everything give thanks for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.”

We are to be thankful for what we have instead of worrying about what we do not have.  We are to be thankful not only for the things we like, but for the circumstances we don’t like.  When I determine to thank God for everything He allows in my life, I do not fall prey to bitterness.  I can’t be bitter and thankful at the same time.

The scripture does not say, “Be thankful FOR everything,” it says “Be thankful IN everything.

We do not thank Him for evil, but that He sustains us through it.  We do not thank Him for harm He did not cause, but we thank Him for strength to endure it.  We thank Him for the promise in Romans 8:28 that…

“…all things work together for good to those who love God, for those who are the called according to His purpose.”

When I take stock of my life, I realize just how much I have to be thankful for, and I know to whom I must offer my thanks.







           On furlough, during my tenure as a missionary in Europe, shopping was one of the things I looked forward to.  It wasn’t that Belgium didn’t have good stuff, it was just more fun to shop in familiar surroundings—more fun to buy my favorite things.

On one such occasion, I bought some underwear—three pairs of those skimpy things sealed up in a plastic bag.  After I left the store, I realized that I had picked up the wrong size. When I returned, I explained to the little clerk that I had the wrong size and I needed to change them.  I had the sales slip, and the package had not been opened. 

“Well,” she said hesitantly.  “I’ll need your I.D.”

Really?  My I.D. for three pairs of panties?

“I don’t have a driver’s license,” I explained, “Because I don’t live here in the States, but I have something better than that,” and I whipped out my Passport.

Poor little clerk!  She was totally confused.  She had no idea what a Passport was.  I can’t imagine what she would have done, if I had given her my Belgian driver’s license printed in French.

“I’m not sure I can take that,” she said.  “I’ll have to get the manager.”

“Honey,” I replied.  “This is the best identification in the world.  Look there’s my photo. It says that I am a citizen of the United States of American.  It gives my birthdate and the place where I was born.”

The manager was called, none the less, and I had to convince him, as well, that this was legitimate Identification.

My beloved brother, Paul, who just celebrated his 90th birthday, left home yesterday morning headed for Galveston, where he would board the boat, which would take him on his very first cruise.

Paul is very meticulous. He packed carefully.  When questioned, he avowed that he had everything he needed.  However, upon his arrival at the port, after looking everywhere, he discovered that he had forgotten his Passport.  There was no way that he was going to board that ship without it.

At the moment, I am here in Fort Worth staying in his apartment.  About 12:30 the phone rang. “I forgot my Passport,” my frustrated brother cried.  “I need a copy of my birth certificate.”  

After telling me where to find it, he said, “Now scan it, and send it to me.”

I hate like everything to admit this, but I don’t know how to do that.  So, it was decided that I would take a picture with my camera, and text it to him.  That I could do, and I did, but the copy wasn’t clear enough.  

“You must do it again,” I was told.  Some functionary was in the background giving directions.

I tried again, but I just couldn’t get it right.  By then I was in tears. I didn’t want my brother to miss this adventure, and be stranded in Galveston.  Finally, someone came to my rescue and bailed me out. Now he is on the high seas having the time of his life, I hope.

I am amused, I guess, at the fact that my Passport I.D. was not good enough to exchange a pair of underwear, but for my brother things came to an absolute standstill until he had the information that was on that Passport.

Living in Europe and traveling in far off parts of this world helped me to realize just how indispensable proper identification is.  My American Passport has taken me to places like Tajikistan, India, Turkey, Norway, The Netherlands, Andorra, South Africa, Spain and Liechtenstein—places I could never have entered without the right Identification.

I notice that on my passport there is an official seal with our Bald Eagle, and “United State of America” printed under it.  My passport would be worthless without that seal. On the inside there are official stamps from all the countries I have passed through.  

I will be 84 in December, and for the most part, though I hate to think it, my world travels have, pretty much, come to an end.  However, I am looking forward to one last trip, the trip of a lifetime, an “out of this world trip,” literally out of this world.

One day the heavens will resound with the blast of a trumpet, and the Lord will say, “Come go with me to my Father’s house.”

I am getting ready for that trip, but I cannot go without the proper identification.  It will not be a little blue book with the official seal of the United State of America stamped on it.  My identification for that trip will, instead, be God’s official “SEAL OF APPROVAL” on my life.

Ephesians 1:13 tells us about this seal.  “In Him you…after believing in Him, were sealed with the promised Holy Spirit.”

That same verse, in the Living Bible, says, “…all of you…who trusted in Christ, were marked as belonging to Christ by the Holy Spirit…”

Do you have God’s seal of approval on your life?  Have you trusted in Him? Have you been marked as belonging to Christ?  Are you getting ready for the trip of a lifetime?  

 Will you go with me to OUR FATHER’S HOUSE?