A faith is challenged, and family still gathers.
Like warriors wounded, scars bleed beneath thick chaffed leather.
Is this why the holidays scream hard and stressful?
We collect to celebrate a time rooted deep in faith, a faith not completely accepted by many.
Beliefs collide. Nonbeliefs collide. Unattended belief systems confronted.
Children plea for answers, the hopeless for hope.
And somewhere along life’s journey, sight has been lost. The ugly accuser cries loud:
doubter… doubter… doubter.
But the battle continues, to reconcile the pain with the beauty…
The hope with the disappointments…
The joy with the illusion of joy.
The spirit… stubbornly persistent, endlessly seeking, and constantly pursuing. A truth seeker.
Yet somehow, among the mix of chaos and loneliness and unanswered questions, joy exists.
Joy from a life lived fully present, fully alert, and full in truth of the right now.
Let this be a season of simple truth. To not feel guilty for a thankless heart today, but of releasing what is real right now. Uncertainty… anger… dissatisfaction… longing…?
The thanks will surely follow, the giving will freely flow.
And may this be the best Thanksgiving our soul has ever experienced.