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Before we begin our devotional, I wanted to share a Comment Highlight from last week:
Let me tell you, last week’s comment sections were FULL of wealth! Both sections from our devotional and our discussion are worth reading through. For this week’s highlight, I’ve decided to pull out this one, from
:“I fight the changing of seasons every year – and when I say seasons, I really mean the changing of time. Losing an hour of light during the evening feels more like 3 hours…even though I haven’t lost anything, I still have 24 hours every day. Still…I have a battle with darkness every year. My mind tells me I need more light, more time, more, more, more… But I’m beginning to figure out something significant – the darkness brings me life. My spirit self wakes up…and all the distractions I embrace when the light forms the majority of the day vanish… The darkness of the season ushers in spiritual minimalism – everything seems simple…everything comes to light in the darkness.”
I think “spiritual minimalism” is such a great way to describe it! Beautifully said, Jack! Jack McNulty writes a mouth-watering newsletter called VeganWeekly, and every recipe looks incredible! Worth a look if you love yum!
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Now, on with this week’s devotional…
the squirrel folds her tiny paws on the bough above and prays over the fir cone she will soon drop and here, deeper in the woods, gratitude is everywhere: a table laid for all large and small. down below deep below the sightless worms twist and taste the nourishment of soil and all above gather at pond and log and stone to feast and chatter and sing and tell their stories and praise their God. a rabbit startles, kicks its fine back feet and vanishes while above me the owl blinks and readies herself for another night of hymns.
Some words are said so many times that they lose their meaning, or get close to it. I’m ashamed to say that gratitude is often one of those words. At least in my lexicon.
Autumn is a logical time to think about thankfulness. Whether you live harvest to harvest or not, traditionally autumn was a time when you gathered all of your resources like a deep breath before the plunge of winter. It is good to take stock, see the blessings, and give thanks to the source of those blessings. Without gratitude, you are in danger of pride. And there can be no pride in the cold depths of winter, only humility in the face of the wheel turning.
In the United States, the holiday of Thanksgiving is emotionally and historically complex, but I admit: I have fond memories of it from my own childhood. I love the foods that we only eat once a year, the excuse to see family and old friends, the conversations around the table. The reminder that some things change but some things stay the same.
It is common at the end of the meal for some families to go around the table and say what they are grateful for. This, also, is more complicated than it seems. Whenever this custom is exercised, I can’t always summon an answer that satisfies myself.
What can I say? I can’t list it all; we don’t have time.
But it occurs to me, as I walk around this land we live on, that thankfulness appears to be an effortless posture for the Creator-God’s creatures. They chatter and sing, they go about their business, and every movement is a testament to His grace, His generosity to them. Thankfulness is the logical response to being known, and held, and fed every single day.
To be thankful is to be alive and aware, seeing and naming the goodness around us. When we see and taste all that we are offered and respond with a full-throated shout of thanksgiving, there is no sweeter gift.
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Thanks for the mention, S.E...
"Spiritual minimalism" has a significant meaning in my life. I wandered from one religion to the next...one spiritual philosophy to the next. My mind was filled with instruction and guidance. Yet I felt completely lost. I recall sitting down one morning and reading the parables to see if I could pull some meaning out. I eventually came to a single conclusion that made some sense to me...everything written in the parables could be boiled down to these instructions on how to live: Be honest, humble, faithful and generous. At least, that's what I pulled out of the parables.
With love as an overriding principle, if I could live by these four principles in my life in every human encounter, I would at least be on the right path in this life...
Thanks for the beautiful poem today...and your words. I see exactly the same in the birds, squirrels, and beavers I like to observe daily - they are grateful for life and each moment...each breath!
Ah, me. There's not the space to recount all the thoughts your wonderful words bring to mind! But your beautiful poem does lead me back to Psalm 104, which I think of as "the environmental psalm." In verses 27-28, the psalmist writes, "All creatures look to You to give them their food at the proper time. When You give it to them, they gather it up; when You open your hand, they are satisfied with good things." Now thank we all our God!