Happy Thanksgiving from everyone at our Cross-Dubya ranch. We pray your holiday is filled with family, friends, and God’s peace, love, and joy. When I think of the uniquely American Thanksgiving holiday, my mind is transported to wonderful memories of the past. Whether those are of decades ago or the blessing received an hour ago from a dear friend, we have much to be thankful for. I hope you enjoy this annual Thanksgiving devotion; and know how grateful I am for your continued encouragement, kindness, and support.
When was the first time you remember sitting down at a formal meal? We’re talking the decades old bone china with gold inlays (the stuff you have to hand wash), crystal water glasses with a gold rim, matching coffee cups, two forks, and a real napkin! I will always remember the thrill of my first real Thanksgiving; I was 14.
We have celebrated the Thanksgiving holiday in some form in America for as long as there’s been an America. Lord willing, this day of celebration and thanksgiving will continue until the day of Christ’s return. Then, there’ll be one final celebration supper. For me, Thanksgiving invokes memories of my adopting family who opened their hearts and home to me—giving me a strong foundation.
I’ll always remember with great joy and unending gratitude the day God brought me my forever family. My Dad was a mountain of a man with rough mechanic’s hands; offset by his warm, inviting smile and peaceful nature. My Mom, a small, energy-filled woman, taught me through her example to greet the world with a smile and a kind word. Among my favorite memories, is how exciting our first Thanksgiving together was.
Perhaps it was all the different pies mom had spent the previous week making, but I think more it was the lifetime example my parents gave me. That first Thanksgiving showed me what gratefulness meant. While I did not yet fully understand what being a Christian entailed, I remember my parents showing it by the way they lived their lives.
My folks often made charitable gestures to help others. My Mom and Dad showed how important caring for others was by their examples. Often, Dad would quietly pickup up a restaurant tab for a patron of our service station when he knew times were tough. He always did so in silence; asking the restaurant owner not to tell them who paid for their meal.
Other times, we repaired a vehicle on credit so someone could travel to work, paying when they could; or donating to those in need. These were the examples I saw after my adoption. I watched my mom and dad do these things even when it meant they went without something for longer; because they purchased what someone else needed. Whenever I would ask Mom why they did those things, she referred me to Colossians 3:17 (NKJV). “And whatever you do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through Him.”
Among my fondest memories of holiday meals with my family is that I can scarcely remember one where we didn’t have a guest. Sometimes it was a single patron of our service station who had no family, a widow, or one of my brother’s friends and their family; it didn’t matter. We always made them welcome in our home. A passage that always reminds me of home is Luke 14:13-14 (NKJV); “But when you give a feast, invite the poor, the maimed, the lame, the blind. And you will be blessed, because they cannot repay you; for you shall be repaid at the resurrection of the just.”
It seems the “welcome mat” was always out at our house. I sometimes wonder how many families open their home to friends, guests, widows and orphans, or those less fortunate at this time of year. If you’re a Christian, I wonder how you cannot. I prayerfully ask you consider in what ways you can show your faith by helping someone this year.In what ways can you extend your joy and thanksgiving to others this holiday season? Click To Tweet
My favorite memory of that first Thanksgiving was how Mom and Dad sat the stage. They had moved to Florida less than a year earlier, and this was the first time I had ever eaten in a formal dining room. Mom put out all her fine china. We had gold-plated utensils (passed down through generations), and fine goblets with gold trim. It was like a Norman Rockwell painting.
I can picture it now; mom and dad, my little brother Paul, my brother Raymond and his girlfriend (now wife) Darlene, Charles Holland, and me. Charles was a young black man who was a customer at our family’s service station. I always chuckled at how whenever he saw my folks he would call them “Mom and Dad” and always gave my mom a big hug. Since we all called them “mom and dad” at work, I guess it just came natural. Over the years, Charles became part of our extended-family. I miss his smile.
When Thanksgiving Dinner was served, I witnessed what it truly meant to be thankful. It was then my Dad, sitting at the head of the table, asked us all to hold hands and bow our heads. What came next moves me to this day.
As we held hands, Dad began praying; giving thanks to God for all the many blessings our family had received this year. My oldest brother Richard was away at seminary with his wife; and my sister Sue was in Massachusetts with her husband. Dad thanked God for his children, their health, and how much he loved each of them. When he included my name in that list, my brother and best buddy “Paulie” gently squeezed my hand. Dad continued praising and thanking God for his wife, business, health, our guest, and on and on he went—listing all the blessings of the past year.
When he finished, Mom began. And so it went, around the table, each of us giving praise and thanks to God for His blessings. I came to learn this was a family tradition passed down by his Dad; and one I continue to this day.
I have many reasons to be thankful this year. My family suffered few losses, we remain relatively healthy, and my writing found many more acceptances than rejections. I was included in two published compilations and published many articles and devotionals.I am ever-grateful for my wife and family, humbled that God still sees fit to use my meager talents for His glory. I rejoice knowing that He is still on His throne and I remain His dear child. Click To Tweet
Happy Thanksgiving everyone! Even if you don’t celebrate this unique American holiday in your country, know my prayers for a wonderful and joyous Christmas season and New Year go with you. I will remember each of you in tomorrow’s prayer of Thanksgiving.