I’m thinking on this Thanksgiving Day of former Thanksgiving Days, and giving thanks for those memories. Thanksgivings with grandparents when our girls were little, Thanksgivings with stray singles they brought home when they were young women, Thanksgivings with our own grandchildren, Thanksgivings when we worked the homeless shelters and community kitchens.
I’m also giving thanks for Marsha and Tom Huberty..
Our car was in the garage for five days over the weekend, so Tom and Marsha took us to church, and to lunch. In the process, they told us this story…
Their son, Christopher, lives in Oregon. On weekends, he goes with a church team to the homeless camps, handing out sack lunches, and now that it’s getting cold, warm socks and mittens and the like.
One weekend their van’s battery died, and they had to get a jump start from a homeless guy who lives in his car!
Everyone is a giver, and everyone is a recipient. Even the least among us has something to give. That is what makes us humans. I give thanks for that common humanity.
John Robert McFarland