I cannot imagine a more perfect Thanksgiving. All the kids were home, Rebecca celebrated her birthday, and the family generally basked in the love. I am truly sorry for those whose experience was not the same. If I knew how to change that for them, I would. Alas, I do not, but I’m not going to let that detract from the joyful fulfillment that was ours this past weekend. I can only attest to the beauty and meaning of the family gathered and united by love.
By some calendars this is the first day of Advent, a process of preparing for Christmas observed by some Christians. Even though I no longer feel comfortable calling myself a Christian, such traditions are indelibly imprinted upon my worldview—my understanding of who and what I am—and play an integral role in my thoughts and actions. If the joy and peace I experienced during Thanksgiving can be attributed in the abstract to love, then I am excited about participating in a process that prepares for such love to be born unto all humankind. This is a far cry from consumerism’s Black Friday and Cyber Monday but is certainly more in keeping with the true reason for the season.
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