Recently, I was in Landrum, SC and thrilled to see a sign at the First Baptist Church of Landrum announcing a Free Thanksgiving Feast for all those who would choose to join them.
Among the photos of the church, I managed to get one of the sign and it really started me thinking about Thanksgiving, what it means and what it could be. In America today, we all go off to our own little family groups, eat too much, spend too much doing it, sit around and watch ball games while nibbling on the leftovers with the rest of our family members we can stand.
But, when I saw that sign in Landrum, it reminded me that Thanksgiving when it was first celebrated, was a community feast with the coming together of many disparate neighbors to share their harvest and culture with one another in gratitude and welcome. There would have to be a kindness in that which is not the usual, everyday kind. As much as these first colonists and their native American neighbors were not enemies, neither were they anywhere close to the same in anything except humanity and an honor of some greater power than themselves. There is a humbleness in that which is almost noble in its equality with hands to hands across a great table of feasting and comraderie. That is amazing.
And, today – at least in Landrum, SC where the members of the First Baptist Church thought to invite their neighbors, maybe the same essence exists. Sometimes all it takes is to extend a hand – beyond one’s family, beyond one’s own doors and beyond one’s own ideas of what Thanksgiving and these particular holidays mean.
A nice picture of the church –
Happiest Thanksgiving . . . .