It is precisely those “scales of measurement” that
need our attention. It would be easy to
mire our thanks in the worry over an unsustainable national debt growing exponentially
with unchecked deficit spending, nationwide continued high unemployment with
faltering consumer confidence, the looming “fiscal cliff,” the rockets flying
in Gaza, or the riots in Greece and the potential relevance of their forced
austerity to our own economy. But history
demonstrates that in light of rampant pessimism and despair, we still need to recognize
that there is much to be thankful for.
It started in 1623, when Governor Bill Bradford along
with his fellow Plymouth colonists sat and feasted with the Wampanoag Indians for
three days: 72 hours! (That’s just about
as long as we will have to spend at the gym to unstuff our gullets and
arteries.) Back then, they were thankful
that they had had a harvest big enough that they weren’t going to suffer the
same starvation and death they had endured during the previous two winters. These early settlers were thankful they had something, anything to eat, now we as a
society are so spoiled that we get pissed if the supermarket runs out of our
favorite dinner rolls.
About
150 years later, after we had burned a few witches, decimated most of the
indigenous peoples, and started importing cheap labor from Africa, George W
(no, the other one) in remembrance of those Pilgrims, signed a proclamation of Thanksgiving
in 1789 to celebrate the end of hostilities with mother England and the recent ratification
of the U.S. Constitution (which of course immediately instigated what we now refer
to as “American Politics”).
Then a scant 74 years later, Haywood County, North
Carolina native (that’s what they say around here) turned president, Abraham
Lincoln, signed a new Thanksgiving proclamation in an attempt to “heal the
wounds of the nation” and to urge people to offer tender care to “all those who
have become widows, orphans, mourners or sufferers in the lamentable civil
strife.” By Honest Abe’s decree, the
day-of-thanksgiving was to be celebrated on the LAST Thursday of November in
perpetuity. And it stayed that way until
1939, when FDR in the midst the “great depression” moved it up a week to spur
retail sales and stimulate the failed economy. (Roosevelt is responsible for Black
Friday! Take that Walmart.)
So even if you had to buy some substitute bread,
and as we continue to argue over the interpretation of our national laws,
divided as we are into red and blue states of differing philosophies, licking
the wounds of yet another long war, and struggling with a precarious economy,
there still should be gracious thanks.
Look across the table at your love, your child, your grandchild, or your
friends, perhaps experience the joy of volunteering at your local mission, Ronald
McDonald House or VA hospital, and look into the eyes of those who feel blessed
because you are there. Measure the bounties of your life by whatever scales are
needed, and then, today and every day, give a look up to Heaven and pray: A Happy Thanksgiving.