I hope that each of you has a day full of gratitude. I pray that gratitude is not just saved for one day a year, but may become the air we breathe.
I just received Walter Brueggemann’s new book, “Prayers for a Privileged People”. Here is his prayer for Thanksgiving:
too much food,
we pause quickly and without inconvenience
to remember and to thank.
We remember ancient pilgrims
who followed dreams of alabaster cities
and financial opportunity;
We remember hospitable first nation people
who welcomed them, and then lost their land;
We remember other family times
filled with joy and
filled with anxiety, and
old scars still powerful.
We thank you for this US venue of
justice and freedom,
and are aware of its flawed reality;
We thank you for our wealth and our safety,
and are aware of how close to poverty we are
and how under threat we live.
We gather our impulse for gratitude today,
grateful to you and to our ancestors,
grateful to you for our families,
our many possessions.
We gladly affirm that
“All good gifts around us are sent from heaven above”,
But we yield to none in a sense of self sufficiency,
our weariness in needing to share,
our resentfulness of those who take and do not give.
Your generosity evokes our gratitude,
but your generosity overmatches our gratitude.
We are ready to thank,
but not overly so;
We remember our achievements,
and our responsibilities
that slice away our yielding of ourselves to you.
Move through our half measure of thanks,
and let us be, all through this day,
more risky in acknowledging
that we have nothing except what you give.
You have given so much–not least your only Son.
Gift us the gift of dazzlement and awe
that we may rejoice in our penultimate lives
and keep you ultimate all the day long,
relishing the wonder of your self-giving love.