"And the crowds
were questioning Him, saying, "Then what shall we do?" And He
would answer and say to them, ‘The man who has two tunics is to share with him
who has none; and he who has food is to do likewise.’" (Lu. 3:10-11)
Hey Gang:
Thanksgiving is over and it is back to the grind or Black Friday shopping.
Thanksgiving was different at our house one year. There was no "over the
mountain and through the woods to grandma's house we go". There was
no aroma of the fantastic feast that grandma spent days in preparing.
There was no planting the seeds of love into the trimmings and preparation for
the day for when the cars drove up the driveway and deposited those we love the
most.
And so I tended to
live that Thanksgiving Season in the past. Reviewing my prayer log, I went way
back into my early years and tried to relive some of those fantastic
Thanksgiving days. I remembered the year my daddy was injured in a coal
mining accident and we did not have two dimes to rub together. It was
going to be a very bleak and sparse thanksgiving but God would not have it that
way. He laid it on my aunt's heart to share some of the bounty that He
had blessed her family with.
I believe the seeds of
giving were planting into my heart on that Thanksgiving Day. When God
opened the door for development of the Village, He made it clear that the
foundation of the ministry would be based on giving. I made a vow to Him
that I would never turn away a child or family that was hurting and need of
what He had blessed us with.
One of the high
points that surfaced, in my recollections, was the years that the Village Chaplaincy
Program provided food to more than a hundred families in the local area who
would have been like my family when my daddy was injured. Turkeys,
potatoes, carrots, biscuits and pumpkin for pies were purchased. The
ladies prepared detailed instructions on how to prepare the foods, for we knew
that many of the families did not have a clue how to roast a turkey.
So that year of no ‘over
the mountain and through the woods to grandma's house we go’, we decided to
seek out a family that was as we were, that year up on the mountain, and share
our Thanksgiving with them.
We thought about
finding a ministry that provided a meal to the homeless or the down and outers
and offering our services. There was no lack of such places in our area,
but each seemed to have all they need. I thought, as I looked at
the list of places, that it might be better to spread these meals out. Perhaps
a meal a week would provide for empty bellies.
We then thought
about finding a family that was hurting and we would provide a feast for them
but we could not find one. Food stamps, food banks seem to be
meeting the needs of most but does getting food stamps from the government or a
box of food at a local food bank seemed so cold to me. I liked the idea of the
folks in New England that were hit by ‘Sandy.’ Families were encouraged to open
their Thanksgiving feast to a family who lost it all. That seems to me to
be "Going into all the world", as JESUS COMMISSIONED US.
Sooooo, Thanksgiving
Day did not have much meaning that one year. Oh, don't get me wrong, I
have been so very blessed in my life and so thankful to My Lord for his bountiful
provisions. But it would have been so much more fulfilling if we could
have shared some of those bountiful blessing with someone. I wonder if
the government has not taken away the blessing of giving.
Blessings,
Gramps