The time has come to start preparing The Feast. I get very excited about it all, and I love thinking over what the next few days will include, sorting out who will make which pies, and how I will keep the grandkids occupied while their parents are still over in Merry Ol’ England. Today was easy because God sent a beautiful load of snow and the afternoon was spent sliding and rolling around in it (not me, but the kids) until it was almost dark outside. But I digress.
Today my husband preached a Thanksgiving sermon, and I sat in a different row than usual with my five Merkle grandchildren. Funny how being in a different seat can change the whole experience. The kids were great, I got to sit behind the Wilson family grandkids, and I have always wanted to be over there with them all during the Lord’s Supper, so it was sweet indeed. (The Janks were somewhere in the back and I didn’t get a peep at them until after the service when all the grandkids make a bee-line for Doug to give him a hug, and then a bee-line for me because I have the treats in my purse to hand out.) But there I go digressing again.
The point of the sermon was very applicable to all of us who will be putting on our battle gear in the kitchen tomorrow and the next day and the next until the Great Feast Day. He was speaking about rejoicing in the evil day, and how our days are just as evil (or almost) as the evil days Paul was speaking of in Ephesians 5:16 where we are exhorted to redeem the time (verse 16). The verses following (in this context of evil days) include verse 19 where we are told to sing and make melody in our hearts to the Lord, “Giving thanks always for all things unto God and the Father in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ” (verse 20).
So when our president and our congress are doing evil things (which they are) and we see our country circling the drain (which it is), and we wonder what we are supposed to do in such evil times, then here are our marching orders: throw a big party to thank Him for all things.
My husband pointed out that we are not to fight for Thanksgiving but with Thanksgiving. He said something like this: Pull your thanksgiving out of the scabbard and start fighting with it. How do we fight the horrible things that are happening in our country? By sitting down around our tables and thanking God: thanking Him with the wine and the turkey and the mashed potatoes and the pies. (I’m afraid my husband mentioned the pies quite a few times.)
What a good way to fight. This is something we know how to do. And those of us in the kitchen should put on our aprons with a good will and get our thanksgiving out of the scabbard and have at it. God loves it when we feast before Him, rejoicing in His goodness and glory.
So go to it ladies! And have a very blessed Thanksgiving.