by P. Braithwaite
One of my best friends was hit by a car yesterday morning. I woke up with comfort food on my brain and sun in my eyes to find a text saying surgery would be necessary.
“Pray of me,” she managed to text.
That text message framed entire morning. It colored my experience of all Thanksgiving festivities. I was worried, and sad, angry and helpless. But mostly, I was grateful she was alive (AND able to text). Ironically, the week before, I wondered how I’d manage to feel anything new or unfamiliar about Thanksgiving.
There are only so many times you can blog about being thankful.
I was wrong.
When we talk about Thanksgiving, we often speak of gluttony, pilgrims, indians, poverty, capitalism, small pox, families, food justice, dysfunction, Black Friday, and greed. We mumble about gaining weight, Christmas shopping and cooperate holidays. We rub our belly and eat sweets, but I’m pretty convinced we Americans need this day.
Even the most gracious, need a day where gratitude is paramount. We need a day where gratitude prompts us to organize and prepare. We need a day where we reap harvest and give thanks. We need a day where its socially acceptable to express we’re grateful for our blessings because its so easy to take all this shit for granted. It’s almost natural to get used to your own blessings. It’s so seductive to forget that, in one moment with one car, the person passing us potatoes could be gone.
None of us make it out of here alive. We must never take each other’s breaths for granted.
So today, I am living in the space of unceasing gratitude. I am sitting in the space of profound respect for life (though I’ll be setting some mousetraps later on).
I rose this morning aware that no moment is guaranteed; how blessed we all are to have these moments to decide what we’ll do and who we are becoming. Profound love and gratitude for you all. I hope you all had wonderful Thanksgivings.
And so it is.
(Oh! The Awkward Sunday Sermon is next Sunday! Details coming soooon)
What are you thankful for today?