I was once a part a white elephant gift exchange game that involved trading humorous unwrapped gifts. Someone had brought a collection of canned sardines,
I was helping at a drive-through food distribution. Before the line started, the Catholic Sister who coordinated things called all the volunteers together to thank them and pray. As she spoke encouragement, I thought, “It is good that we’re doing this. It’s infuriating that we have to.”
Slowing down and thinking can be our friend, along with a good dose of being thankful for what we already have.
As we approach Thanksgiving, I am mindful that the “first thanksgiving” meal in 1621 was a hunted harvest feast. Reports are that colonists hunted wild turkey for the celebration, and Wampanoag hunters brought five deer. Hunting was essential to survival.
