This
Thanksgiving, we gather together to ask the Lord’s blessing on our
families, our friends, our feasts of food and faith. We lift up Troy
and travel and Truth and trucks headed for hurricane relief. As the
days draw shorter, we pray for longer patience, thinner waists, wider
smiles, higher incomes, and lower gas prices. Come, ye thankful
people, come, raise the song of harvest home, and the tunes of the
nine o’clock Praise Band, and the melodies of the hand bell choir,
and the voices of the chancel choir. Let’s give thanks for new
babies, new potatoes, new shoes, and Good News; for post offices,
post-it notes, Army posts, and post-op progress; for Black Friday,
the Red Cross, the Green Hornet, and Blue Nun. In the shadow of
Veteran’s Day, we pause to pray for soldiers and sailors, colonels
and corporals, commanders and our Commander-in-Chief. Oh Lord Our
God, when we in awesome wonder consider all the worlds thy hands have
made, we offer thanks for our EMTs, our PTOs, our DVDs, our MRIs, and
our OB-GYNs. What would we do without diapers, deodorant, dentures
and donuts, or strollers, straighteners, string cheese, and stretch
pants, or white chocolate, milk chocolate, dark chocolate, and hot
chocolate? Praise God, from whom all blessings flow, to include
email, iPhones, t-bones, and J. Crewe; L.L. Bean, u-turns, Z. Z. Top,
and you tube. All of us creatures here below are grateful for
grandchildren, grand pianos, the Grand Canyon, and grand slams. We
praise Him above for Christmas cards, the Cards, and Cardinal
Glennon, for the Rams, honey hams, and Sam’s. For Starbucks,
eight-point bucks, and birthday bucks, we praise Father, Son and Holy
Ghost. We double down that praise for our homes, our heat, our
hand-held games, and our hoops; for microwaves, micro-financing,
microscopes and Microsoft. Hallelujah for lap tops, Swiffer mops,
Corn Pops, and small town cops; for food drives, faithful husbands
and wives, and rich and full lives. Praise to the Lord, the
Almighty, for dentists and doctors, and teachers and techies, and
pastors and pilots; for four score and seven years ago, ten little
monkeys, and tea for two. This is my Father’s world, O le me ne’er
forget, the battle is not done, ‘til earth and Heaven be one. We
bow in humble gratitude for Your sovereignty, Your sacrifice, and the
gift of Salvation through You. In the precious name of Jesus, the
people said, Amen!
Sue Busler
