I wonder if there was a band of Pilgrims running and shouting, "The Indians are here!! The Indians are here!! Slaughter the fatted turkey, bake the tastiest bread, prepare the finest wine, share with our new friends the pick of the crop of all we have."
And then they sat down and gave thanks to the Lord for the bounty of food, their families, good health, new friends and a robust land. What a joy to imagine that first day of Thanksgiving.
What about the first day you discovered Jesus was slaughtered for your sin - an innocent lamb put to death for the dirtiness of your soiled soul. He baked in the sun on a cross, bleeding from the beatings, a sponge soaked with vinegar was offered as his final drink and his friends? The yelled CRUCIFY and beside his mom, only the three (Peter, James and John) remained at his side until he breathed his last death.
Thanks-giving.
Thanks be to God that we no longer have to pay the price for our sin when we accept Jesus Christ as Lord and Savior, a free gift as payment for our sin.
Giving - who could be more giving than God, to give his one and only Son to a sin stained world that cries for mercy but does not receive it from the merciful One.
Let not this Thanksgiving pass you by without a time of reflection. Who are you really and where are you spending your eternity? With a God who loved us enough to forego His only Son or with the Devil who knows His days are numbered and he's trying to take as many empty souls with him? Be at peace with God. Make your peace with Him by accepting His gift to you. You'll never regret it.
