Wherever you are, pigeons, whatever country you’re from, I give thanks for you and for sharing this on-line community with you. I give thanks to God for your ministries and for your beauty.
I live just 20 minutes north of where the Pilgrims landed (okay, AFTER they landed at the tip of Cape Cod in what is now known as Provincetown) and Plymouth Rock. My congregation was gathered in 1642. So we have a special connection to this holiday around here, and what I hope is special awareness of all our debt to the Original Americans (the Wampanoags around here).
Here’s one of our favorite readings for the Thanksgiving holiday.
Prayer For My Family Robert Louis Stevenson
Lord, behold our family here assembled,
We thank thee for this place in which we dwell,
For the love that unites us,
For the peace accorded to us this day,
For the hope with which we expect the morrow,
For the health, the work, the food,
And the bright skies that make our lives delightful,
For our friends in all parts of the earth,
And our friendly helpers everywhere.
Give us courage, joy, and the quiet mind.
Spare to us our friends, soften to us our enemies.
Bless us, if it may be, in all our innocent endeavors;
If it may not, give us the strength to encounter that which is to come.
May we be brave in peril, constant in tribulation,
Temperate in wrath, and in all changes of fortune,
Down to the gates of death, loyal and loving to one another.
As the clay to the potter, as the windmill to the wind,
As children of their sire, we beseech of thee this help. Amen.