We go around the table and everyone tries so hard to say something kind, and grateful, and yet one can tell that all is not well. That one person is happier than others. That one person seems a little sheepish somehow. That one personís voice might be a little too determined when announcing the always popular ďIím thankful for my family.Ē That one personís voice might betray some regrets about how her year has gone.
And so somehow Thanksgiving falls victim to this human tendency to make everything about us. About how our year has gone. About our relative fortune or lack of it and the unfairness of it all. Isnít thanksgiving for everyone? Arenít we all equally blessed? This is the kind of thing that bothers me. Not that I want to stop our little Thanksgiving custom itself Ė for one thing, that wouldnít solve anything.
What I needed was a new perspective Ė a fresh way to think about Thanksgiving day. I began to cast about in my mind for some alternative. Something straightforward. Accessible. And then I remembered a prayer to use at Thanksgiving. (more…)