A Day of Thanks and Giving

      Here in the United States, tomorrow we celebrate Thanksgiving Day, a national holiday. Just the fact that it is still called “Thanksgiving Day,” is to me, somewhat incredulous. For it implies the act of thanking God, for all that He has provided us. That is what the Pilgrims did their first year on this continent, and that, is to what we attribute this holiday. Now, as we have become a nation of non-believers or at the very least, the “Politically Correct,” the mere thought of thanking God, risks offending the atheists, the agnostics, the pagans or whomever else has decided that God has no place in this country anymore.

     I fully expect that in the very near future Thanksgiving Day will  be officially known as “Turkey Day!” Yes, the Supreme Court will hear a motion from some off-the-wall yahoo, probably represented by the ACLU and then rule in a majority opinion, that a day of thanking God violates ‘the separation of church and state‘, and will declare “Thanksgiving Day” unconstitutional. Congress will then pass a law declaring, that henceforth, Thanksgiving Day will be known as Turkey Day, or Football Day or maybe just the 4th Thursday in November, Day. 

     The Pilgrims knew that God had truly blessed them, and put aside a day to  show their gratitude. And so, while we can, let us do the same and thank Him for all of his blessings on us as well!!

Have a wonderful day wherever you are, and bow your head for a just second and whisper “thank you God for all that you have provided,” He will hear you!


A Day Of Thanks And Giving

 A crisp, they say, is in the air,

and the sun may shine, or not.

And the turkey on the loose,

be thankful he’s not caught.


 The changing of the colored leaves,

has come and mostly gone,

the trees now fairly bare and clean,

as Autumn marches on.


 It may have been a day like this,

four centuries, long now past,

when pilgrims to the “new world,”

knew their stay would last.


 The harvest had abundance,

the natives schooled them well,

and a feast prepared, to celebrate,

and they thanked their God, pray tell.


 Oh yes, they thanked their God,

and with their heads bowed low,

they thanked Him for the new land,

and all, that it did grow.


 They thanked Him for their new friends,

with whom, the food they’d share.

They thanked Him for the life they had,

though hard work, they were not spared.


 But, how those things have changed now,

throughout the passing time,

and on what we lay our praise today,

 they would think a crime.


 For what they thought were blessings,

life at its basic core,

would not please a one of us,

and from us, tears would pour.


 Spoiled not, the meat nor milk,

no, it is we, who’ve gone to rot.

Our bounty full and rich,

but God, we have forgot.


 For all that we’ve been given,

His blessings still abound,

let’s welcome Him and family,

when Thanksgiving comes around!

 Jack Downing

Oct. 2011

Happy Thanksgiving.

I will be taking Thursday and maybe Friday off, unless something exciting comes through the “station,” so try to amuse yourselves the best you can..lol


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Hearth and Health are wonderful things and if you're without either such sorrow that brings So I cannot express enough thanks to my Lord and to my family and friends for the support you afford! ~Jack Downing~
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12 Responses to A Day of Thanks and Giving

  1. adeeyoyo says:

    We don’t celebrate anything similar here, which we should perhaps…

  2. Whenever in despair and feeling separation from God, I think of Pilgrims. 120 left, 10 died on voyage, 50 more that first winter and only half remained to have that first Thanksgiving. That’s faith. I’d find it pretty hard to be thankful under those painful tragic conditions.

    • That was the part where I said the tears would pour, if we had to endure a fraction of what life was like…And they were thankful for it. Today,if we don’t have a nice enough car or a big enough TV or the best new electronic device, we consider ourselves deprived…(then we apply for welfare, and get all of those things,”Yes Virginia, there is a Santa Claus!”)That was the part that they would think a crime… Glad to have you along Carl, your insight, as always,is most welcomed.


  3. Michael says:

    Jack, Have a blissful Thanksgiving. !!!

    • Michael, I am most thankful this year. As I have made a lot of new friendssince Januarythrough my blogging experience, and you are right up at the top my friend..Thank you for your continued support. God Bless us one and all. Jack.


  4. Beth Ann says:

    Thankful for YOU!!! 🙂

  5. We are a sad state of unthankies, like spoiled children with too many toys. I am quite sure that with the way the world is going, we will soon all go back to living on a farm. You gotta admit, the Amish have something there you know. Keep it simple and thankful. Not too many “soap operas” so to speak. Thanks for posting and God Bless!

    • Whenever I see the bumper sticker..”He who dies with the most toys…wins”, I cringe! It is that selfish, I’ve got mine attitude that separates us further and further from each other. Unlike the Amish who are community driven, we are becoming (m)ego-driven..And, the Amish do with less horsepower, and their emissions will be a lot easier to clean up after..Thank you for your most appreciated comments.

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