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
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