I think perhaps Thanksgiving becomes more and more difficult the more one is exposed to the world. Anyone else think that may be true? I remember sitting around the table at home and we had to go around and share things we were thankful for: good food, family, health, a nice home – you know, the basics.
But then we travel the world. I go to Mexico and see homeless people. I go to Honduras and see extreme amounts of poverty. I go to Palestine and see people who are oppressed, who have family members and friends who have been killed and whose homes have been destroyed….where have you traveled and what have you seen?
And so today is Thanksgiving. I’m in Rochester, NY with my fiancee Sarah and her family, eating extremely well and loving the two famous lemon meringue pies that the Cleaveland family is famous for (if you need proof, click here). And the one thing that comes to mind as I am preparing to think about what I’m thankful for is the Palestinians whose homes were bulldozed the day that I left Bethlehem. I left the West Bank to begin the journey back to my home…and theirs were destroyed.
I urge you today, as you are thankful for so many of the blessings that you have, think about giving out of what you have been blessed with.
