I think of all of our holidays Thanksgiving is the nicest, for it has it all. There is a bit of patriotism, along with family, friends, sharing, and pie. Thanksgiving, for the most part, is a quiet day that has not been ruined by months of advertising nonsense, or garish decorations – I have yet to see a 10 foot blow-up turkey in anyone’s yard singing, Joy to the World. That may be because turkeys don’t share my point of view about the holiday.
Because of its quiet nature the holiday gets overshadowed by Christmas, and that is OK with me, for in times like these we need some quiet. We need time to be thankful about our country, our family, our blessings, seconds on pie, and that there are no singing turkeys. Have a quiet thanksgiving.
The tag line for Anthem is: “Life in Abundance,” some have expanded it to include, “And I’m entitled.” I met one such claimant doing 75 M.P.H. on the freeway.
With white knuckled hands at the 12 O’clock position on the steering wheel, along with her nose, she was giving my rear bumper a close inspection. Her hand gestures indicated that she felt entitled to my space of the road.
Safely by me she exited at our city of abundance. I noted a fixed position on the side of the road as she passed it and counted off three seconds before I passed the marker. She had saved three seconds. Perhaps she was having an emergency, but the event seems to occur with frequency at mile marker 279.
God has blessed us and our cup in life, for the most part, is sweet. We should thank God for our cup of blessings and drink it with humility. Our blessings don’t entitle us to grab, endanger, or act like a boor; after all there is abundance here.
Heading east on Anthem Way after you cross the I-17 there is a sign that reads, “Anthem, life in abundance;” it’s our community’s official tag line. The sign describes us well, for we do have an abundance of what life offers. For instance, did you know we have four Starbucks within a five mile radius; apparently we drink an abundance of lattés.
With so many offerings we must choose what to do with our time off. One woman told me what her choice was out of her abundance. She chooses to sleep in on Sunday. She went on say that because our church starts at 9:30 it interfered with her choice. However, if we would start at 10:00, like other churches, she would then be able to come to church. I thought, “I know where you can get a latté to wake you up.”
Abundance pales to eternity, but it massages, pleases, comforts, and treats us, and therefore, abundance obscures the everlasting and allows us to make absurdly foolish decisions.
People who live on the streets suffer in multiple ways: Physically they are in need, mentally they are distrustful of others, and spiritually they are restless. Yesterday we had the opportunity to enter their world and minister to them and our goal was to meet those needs.
It is said that music calms the savage beast, so Karmann played and sang. Rick was kind enough to let me speak the word into their lives, and share communion with them. As I preached you all sat with them at the tables and fellow-shipped. We brought warm clothes we thought they might need. Then we served them hot food to nourish and warm them on a cold morning.
We are a small congregation, but as Rick said to me, “When your church comes down here you really bring it.” As a congregation I think we never looked so much like Christ as we did yesterday.
Good on ya,