“I thank my God every time I remember you, constantly praying with joy in every one of my prayers for all of you, because of your sharing in the gospel from the first day until now.”
Dear Friends in Christ,
Today, the Black Johnston family will set the table with an eclectic set of china: Dinner plates given to us on our wedding day almost 25 years ago. A chipped platter that my mother passed along. A bowl that Amy found on E-bay. And tea cups that once belonged to her grandmother.
I am not sure that Martha Stewart would approve, but it will be perfect. Then, we will sit down and give thanks.
As we bow our heads, I will be thinking of you. I will.
Like everything else, I suppose, stories about religion and people of faith that make the news are sensational. A good bit of it is downright terrible. Still, I know (and you do too) that this is only part of the story.
So this Thanksgiving, as we sit down to pray, I will give thanks for you. I will give thanks for everyone who lives out their faith in ways that do not make headlines. I will give thanks for the countless acts of love and kindness that you—and people like you—act out everyday.
I will give thanks for all of the imperfect, chipped souls who sense, underneath and in the midst of all the messiness of life, the presence of the God who cares and loves, and who inspires us to do the same.
May God bless you with travelers’ mercies and courage this Thanksgiving.
See you in worship very soon. Advent is upon us and we have reason for an abundance of hope,