Thanksgiving (noun) 1.
The act of rendering thanks or of expressing gratitude for favors, benefits, or
mercies; an acknowledgment of benefits received
2. Thanks to God
--Century Dictionary
and Cyclopedia
I wasn't entitled to it. Didn't deserve it. Didn't ask for
it. Certainly did not expect it, a
free, no strings attached gift, graciously given to me on a recent chilly
November afternoon at a local Dunkin' Donuts, by an overworked and harried
clerk, a sugar powder covered teenager. He was trying his best to serve way too
many customers in the after work rush. I was the only customer inside the
store. He faced a line ten deep at the drive-thru window.
I waited five minutes or so and finally he turned to me,
took my order, made it hot and fresh and then gave me a prize fit for kings, a gratis giveaway. One medium cup of decaf coffee, one cream,
one sugar, to go. He quickly turned back to serve the next person.
"But wait...how much do I owe you?" I asked,
taking money out of my pocket.
"Nothing," he replied, and smiled. "No charge." And then he returned to
his underpaid and no doubt sometimes frustrating job of dealing with harried
soccer Dads rushing to practice and tired lawyer Moms on the way home, all just
needing a cup of java and as I watched, he served each of those folks with care
and patience too.
And boy, that was a darn good cup of coffee.
Just one instance of many times during that day when I
received gifts unexpected from...life, the universe, God, karma. From whatever,
whomever we might choose to name as the giver of those serendipituous moments in life when are
gifted. When we receive gifts. When we
are blessed with blessings, benefits, mercies; times we feel the grace of being the beneficiary of some thing, some act of kindness we know we don't deserve or expect or
feel entitled to and yet... there it is.
Like a free cup of coffee.
Or an extra tight hug from an excited grandchild when we
walk in the front door on Thanksgiving. A phone call
from a friend who knows we've been sick and just wants to check in to see if we
are okay and need anything. A hymn at
church that makes our eyes well up with tears even though we've sung it a
thousand times. The twinkle of a sunbeam
as it catches the last leave on a threadbare autumn tree. A Thanksgiving table filled with piles of
fresh delicious food, as we are surrounded by old friends and cherished family for one
more year.
There's an old hymn which proclaims, "All good gifts
around us, are sent from heaven above. Then
thank the Lord, O thank the Lord. I
really want to thank the Lord." This
week when we gather to feast upon our Thanksgiving meals, most of us will give
some kind of thanks. Say some manner of grace or prayers. This third Thursday
in November is that rarest of times in our culture. We are actually asked,
expected, as a people and human beings, to think about all of the good gifts
around us and then to just say, "Thank you."
Some of us will thank God, believing that God is the source
of all things in this life, that all of life is a gift, and so gratitude to the
One who bestows it upon us each day is good and right. Some of us will thank the host or hostess who
worked so hard, or be thankful for the hands of the laborers who grew and
raised all that abundant food. Some of
us will say "thank you" to an unknown God, not quite sure to whom or to
what to pray to or for, but somehow aware that some power greater than us must
be at work in this crazy and beautiful world.
But always we have the opportunity to see this thanksgiving
as one offered in pure gratitude for the gift of life. To see all of existence as a miracle, to remember what a wonder it is to get out of bed and take a deep breath
and give love and be loved and do work that matters and do good for others
and then at day's end go to bed, trusting that perhaps we've actually made our little corner
of Creation a bit better.
Thank you.
And so this week may we be inspired to give and offer sincere
thanksgivings, and perhaps because a thoughtful stranger did something nice for us,
like give us the gift of a free cup of coffee.
Or because we have a table to call home this week. Or just because...we are still here. Alive. Not because we earned it. Deserve it. Worked for it. Are entitled to it. No quid pro quo. Just
grace.
Happy Thanksgiving.
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