students of jesus

The Pilgrims’ daily existence was a life-or-death battle to overcome constant hunger, sickness, and exposure to the elements. Crudely assembled houses made of mud daub were their only shelter from the icy New England weather. Because they were not yet knowledgeable about their new environment’s agriculture, planting gardens in the hostile conditions proved virtually fruitless. Every meal was portioned out meticulously. The death toll, a constant reminder of their fragility, rose steadily. At one point only five men were well enough to care for the sick.
 
Despite their tribulations, the Pilgrims thanked the Lord every day, petitioning Him for rehabilitation. One morning, during an ordinary Sunday worship service, the Lord sent tangible evidence that He had heard their prayers. Their church service was interrupted by an unexpected guest, an Algonquin Indian chief who assessed their hopeless situation and returned with a helper named Squanto. The Pilgrims, who had warred with Indians before and lived with a continuous fear of being attacked by them, were astonished by their new friends’ eagerness to provide much-needed assistance. Squanto, a Patuxet Indian who spoke perfect English, taught the Pilgrims how to hunt game, trap beavers, and plant Indian corn, a staple that would eventually save their lives.

 
When the harvest yielded more than the Pilgrims could eat, Governor William Bradford, their elected leader, declared a day of public thanksgiving. He invited the chief of a friendly neighboring Indian tribe to join in their tribute of Thanksgiving. The Pilgrims were excited to celebrate with their honored guest, but were completely shocked when he arrived with ninety other Indians.
 
Although God had provided abundantly, their food supply would not accommodate a group of this size, and they had no idea how to feed their visitors. Despite their quandary, all worries were soon dismissed. To their amazement and ever-increasing thankfulness, the Indians had brought with them five dressed deer and a dozen fat, wild turkeys. Over time they taught the women how to make pudding, maple syrup, and an Indian delicacy — roasted kernels of corn called popcorn.
 
But the Pilgrims’ trials were far from finished; their plentiful autumn was followed by a particularly treacherous winter. Unfortunately, the weather proved to be the least of their ailments. In November a ship called The Fortune dropped anchor in their harbor. Aboard the ship were thirty-five more colonists who had brought with them no provisions — no food, no extra clothing, no equipment for survival. Additionally, the oppression of the physical environment had become almost unbearable after a twelve-week drought dried up their crops and withered their spirits. The newcomers’ arrival had drained already inadequate food rations and there was no obvious resource for sustenance. At their lowest point, the Pilgrims were reduced to a daily ration of five kernels of corn apiece. In utter desperation they fell to their knees and prayed for eight hours without ceasing.
 
Again God heard their supplications; fourteen days of rain followed. A second Day of Thanksgiving was declared. The neighboring Indian chief was again their honored guest; he brought with him one hundred and twenty braves. The Pilgrims feasted on game and turkey as they had during their previous celebration, only this time one dish was different. The first course, served on an empty plate in front of each person, consisted of five kernels of corn, a gentle reminder of God’s faithful provision for them.

(Adapted from Peter Marshall and David Manuel's account in The Light and the Glory)

I can't help you with decorating for Thanksgiving -- and you really don't want me to help with the cooking! So, here are some of my favorite thanksgiving quotes. You can print them out and make a unique place card for each person seated around your table:

The thankful receiver bears a plentiful harvest. ~ William Blake

Be true to yourself, help others, make each day your masterpiece, make friendship a fine art, drink deeply from good books - especially the Bible, build a shelter against a rainy day, give thanks for your blessings and pray for guidance every day. ~ John Wooden

It must be an odd feeling to be thankful to nobody in particular . . . It's a little like being married "in general." ~ Cornelius Plantinga, Jr.

Thou who hast given so much to me, give me one more thing - a grateful heart! ~ George Herbert

It is not how much we have, but how much we enjoy, that makes happiness. ~ Charles Spurgeon

Gratitude is the least of the virtues, but ingratitude is the worst of vices. ~ Thomas Fuller

If you remember the dignity of the Giver, no gift will seem small or mean, for nothing can be valueless that is given by the most high God. ~ Thomas a Kempis

The best things are nearest: breath in your nostrils, light in your eyes, flowers at your feet, duties at your hand, the path of God just before you. ~ Robert Louis Stevenson

We have received too much from God to allow ourselves opportunities for unbelief. We have received too many gifts and privileges to allow a grumbling, murmuring heart to disqualify us of our destiny. In contrast, the thankful heart sees the best part of every situation. It sees problems and weaknesses as opportunities, struggles as refining tools, and sinners as saints in progress. ~ Francis Frangipane

Gratitude . . . goes beyond the "mine" and "thine" and claims the truth that all of life is a pure gift. In the past I always thought of gratitude as a spontaneous response to the awareness of gifts received, but now I realize that gratitude can also be lived as a discipline. The discipline of gratitude is the explicit effort to acknowledge that all I am and have is given to me as a gift of love, a gift to be celebrated with joy. ~ Henri Nouwen

We ought to give thanks for all fortune: if it is good, because it is good; if bad, because it works in us patience, humility, contempt of this world and the hope of our eternal country. ~ C. S. Lewis

It’s not what we say about our blessings, but how we use them, that is the true measure of our thanksgiving.  ~ W.T. Purkiser

God has two dwellings; one in heaven, and the other in a meek and thankful heart. ~ Izaak Walton

We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures. ~ Thornton Wilder

Do you have more guests than this? Good for you! here are 15 more savory quotes back on November 17th.

There’s an old story about a man and a beggar.

Each day the man took the subway to work and passed a beggar on the steps, and each morning the man tossed a dime to the beggar. Day after day he went to work, and through the numbing power of routine the man tossed the dime without giving a thought to his charity or the beggar who received it. It became automatic. The man never slowed down, and the beggar never said “thank you.” The ritual of the dime became part of each man’s day.

Then the man went away on vacation for two weeks. No more daily routine, subways, or beggars. When the man returned to the city he headed down the subway steps, tossed a dime to the beggar, and kept walking. But the beggar stood up and shouted, “Hey! Where have you been? You owe me a dollar-forty!”

This is the parable of gratitude turned stale, of thankfulness morphed to entitlement. What happens when life becomes so routine we forget that even small blessings are the gift of another?

There are some peculiar temptations to living among prosperity. Our experiences can cause us to miss the Lord’s most basic instructions. For example, Jesus taught his followers to pray, “give us this day our daily bread.” But those of us who live in a society of abundance do not even understand such a request. It’s as if we might think, “Daily bread? I’ve already got that covered, God—but if you could help with mortgages and student loans and retirement, I’d appreciate that.”

Gratitude in the midst of routine keeps us grounded to the daily mercies of God. It turns out he’s behind the everyday and the unremarkable events as well. His mercies are new every morning; many of them go un-noticed.

Ask Yourself: When is the last time I actually prayed that God would provide food for me, today?

Live Into It: Daily life is certainly routine, but there’s no reason we can’t build new routines into our day, ones that are designed to keep us mindful of his goodness—and his presence.

Sometimes thankfulness is difficult because we are so angry we’re not God. I’ve never told him directly, but I think God is aware: I’m after his job.

Perhaps before we examine the cosmic example we can see this idea in operation at elementary school. Yesterday I told my daughter this was a short week due to the Thanksgiving holiday. “Isn’t that great, Sweetie?” I said. “You get three days off from school this week!” Her response tells the story in miniature: “Why don’t we get four?”

Or five? Or while we’re at it, why not take off from Thanksgiving to Christmas? My daughter would say, “It works for me.”

This is an elementary school version of what C.S. Lewis described as turning away from the good offered because we are searching for the good we imagined. Take a moment and listen to Lewis:

One goes into the forest to pick food and already the thought of one fruit rather than another has grown up in one’s mind. Then, it may be, one finds a different fruit and not the fruit one thought of. One joy was expected and another is given. But this I had never noticed before—that at the very moment of the finding there is in the mind a kind of thrusting back, or a setting aside. The picture of the fruit you have not found is still, for a moment, before you. And if you wished—if it were possible to wish—you could keep it there. You could send your soul after the good you had expected, instead of turning it to the good you had got. You could refuse the real good; you could make the real fruit taste insipid by thinking of the other.

Lewis goes on to suggest that deep joy is found when we dive into the wave God sends us, instead of resisting that wave while looking for another. Anything else is fighting the ocean itself.

Ask Yourself: Can I remember a moment when I missed the good God sent because I had in mind another good?

Live Into It: It’s a surprisingly strong habit: we stand in judgment of the good we receive because we would prefer to rule the world ourselves. Although we may never say it so bluntly, we want to be our own god. Why not surrender your crown to the true king?

Here's the deal: Today is my 58th birthday, and I honestly thought I'd be able to steal away for an hour and post something thoughtful for "30 Days . . ."

But my loved ones have overwhelmed me with love, affection, gifts, and food, so much and so many that i haven't had time to sharpen the post I had planned. So I am thankful for the bounty of love I've experienced, and that tomorrow is another day.

If you'd like to celebrate my birthday, I think you should treat yourself to 25 Days of Christmas: A Devotional for Incredibly Busy People.