{"id":345,"date":"2021-11-24T18:21:27","date_gmt":"2021-11-25T00:21:27","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.edenuccchicago.org\/blog\/?p=345"},"modified":"2021-11-24T18:33:48","modified_gmt":"2021-11-25T00:33:48","slug":"our-choices-for-thanksgiving-are-a-daily-practice-of-faith","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.edenuccchicago.org\/blog\/2021\/11\/24\/our-choices-for-thanksgiving-are-a-daily-practice-of-faith\/","title":{"rendered":"Our Choices for Thanksgiving Are a Daily Practice of Faith"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"140\" height=\"204\" class=\"wp-image-41\" style=\"width: 140px;float:left;margin-right:10px;\" src=\"http:\/\/www.edenuccchicago.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/08\/JackiBelile-cropped.jpg\" alt=\"The Rev. Jacki Belile\">My thoughts and prayers are with you all as we begin a set of weeks of holiday gatherings and experiences in our homes, in nature, at church.&nbsp; I know some will be deeply moving, enriching and connecting. Some may bring relief and bolster hope.&nbsp; Some gatherings or moments alone may be extremely lonely, difficult or unsettling.&nbsp; This is the reality in which we share.&nbsp;&nbsp;As I write from North Dakota, the DeSota, Thomas and Castaing families are especially on my heart in these days since Dale&#8217;s passing.&nbsp;&nbsp;<br><br>What does it mean to be grateful in the REALITY of hard times?&nbsp; This is the invitation of faith&#8230;&nbsp; A friend recently shared this beautiful passage from African American mystic and theologian Howard Thurman.&nbsp; I pray it my touch you as well.&nbsp;<br><br>In Christ&#8217;s Peace,<br>Pastor Jacki<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><h2>Litany of Thanksgiving<\/h2><\/p>\n\n\n<p>Today, I make my sacrament of thanksgiving.<br>I begin with the simple things of my days:<br>Fresh air to breathe,<br>Cool water to drink,<br>The taste of food,<br>The protection of houses and clothes,<br>The comforts of home.<br><strong>For these, I make an act of thanksgiving this day!<\/strong><br>&nbsp;<br>I bring to mind all the warmth of humankind that I have known;<br>My mother&#8217;s arm,<br>The strength of my father,<br>The playmates of my childhood,<br>The wonderful stories brought to me from the lives of many who talked of the days gone by when fairies and giants and all kinds of &nbsp;magic held sway:<br>The tears I have shed, the tears I have seen;<br>The excitement of laughter and the twinkle in the eye with its reminder that life is good.<br><strong>For all these I make an act of thanksgiving this day.<\/strong><br>&nbsp;<br>I finger one by one the messages of hope that awaited me at the crossroads:<br>The smile of approval from those who held in their hands the reins of my security;<br>The tightening of the grip in a single handshake when I feared the step before me in the darkness;<br>The whisper in my heart when the temptation was fiercest and the claims of appetite were not to be denied;<br>The crucial word said, the simple sentence from an open page when my decision hung in the balance.<br><strong>For all these I make an act of thanksgiving this day.<\/strong><br>&nbsp;<br>I pass before me the mainsprings of my heritage:<br>The fruits of the labors of countless generations who lived before me, without whom my own life would have no meaning;<br>The seers who saw visions and dreamed dreams;<br>The prophets who sensed a truth greater than the mind could grasp and whose words could only find fulfillment in the years which they&nbsp; would never see;<br>The workers who sweat has watered the trees, the leaves of which are for the healing of the nations;<br>The pilgrims who set their sails for lands beyond all horizons, whose courage made paths into new worlds and far-off places;<br>&nbsp;The saviors whose blood was shed a recklessness that only a dream could inspire and God could command.<br><strong>For all this I make an act of thanksgiving this day.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>I linger over the meaning of my own life and the commitment to which I give the loyalty of my heart and mind:<br>The little purposes in which I have shared with my loves, my desires, my gifts;<br>The restlessness which bottoms all I do with its stark insistence that I have never done my best, I have never dared to reach for the&nbsp;highest;<br>The big hope that never quite deserts me, that I and my kind will study war no more, that love and tenderness and all the inner graces of&nbsp; Almighty affection will cover the life of the children of God as the waters cover the sea.<br>&nbsp;<br><strong>All these and more than mind can think and heart can feel, I make as my sacrament of thanksgiving to Thee, O God, in&nbsp;humbleness of mind and simplicity of heart.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&#8211; From&nbsp;<em>Meditations of the Heart<\/em> by Howard Thurman<\/p>\n<p><!-- \/wp:post-content --><\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My thoughts and prayers are with you all as we begin a set of weeks of holiday gatherings and experiences in our homes, in nature, at church.&nbsp; I know some will be deeply moving, enriching and connecting. Some may bring relief and bolster hope.&nbsp; Some gatherings or moments alone may be extremely lonely, difficult or<span class=\"post-excerpt-end\">&hellip;<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"more-link\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.edenuccchicago.org\/blog\/2021\/11\/24\/our-choices-for-thanksgiving-are-a-daily-practice-of-faith\/\" class=\"themebutton\">Read More<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-345","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-blog"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.edenuccchicago.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/345","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.edenuccchicago.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.edenuccchicago.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.edenuccchicago.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.edenuccchicago.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=345"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/www.edenuccchicago.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/345\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":349,"href":"https:\/\/www.edenuccchicago.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/345\/revisions\/349"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.edenuccchicago.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=345"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.edenuccchicago.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=345"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.edenuccchicago.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=345"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}