Sandwiched between the hoopla of Halloween and the ever-increasing commercialism of Christmas, lies Thanksgiving...the soon to be forgotten holiday. To many, it's just become "Turkey Day", a day for overindulging in rich food, Christmas parades, and the ever-increasing number of football "Bowl" games.
Don't misunderstand me, I love to have fun. Yes, much of my fun seems to revolve around food; but sadly the true meaning of Thanksgiving has become more and more obscure with each passing year. Soon Thanksgiving Day will be renamed, "Black Thursday"...the first of the month long spending frenzy called "holiday shopping." Note the word "Christmas" is also omitted more and more frequently.
History is being rewritten. Now the first Thanksgiving is protrayed as the Pilgrims' thanking the Indians for sharing their food. God is removed from the equation of protection and provision. The turkey is the center of attention. It just isn't politically correct to be thankful to God. We might offend someone who isn't a believer. Oh well, this over-fifty Southern girl refuses to be politically correct when it comes to my God and Savior, Jesus Christ.
I am thankful to God for His provision...not the turkey. Enjoy the day with family and friends, but please take the time to be truly thankful to Jehovah Jireh, Our Provider. He is VERY good...and His loving kindness endures FOREVER.
Psalm 107: "O give thanks unto the LORD, for he is good: for his mercy endureth for ever."
Psalm 100: "Make a joyful noise unto the LORD, all ye lands. 2Serve the LORD with gladness: come before his presence with singing.3Know ye that the LORD he is God: it is he that hath made us, and not we ourselves; we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture. 4Enter into his gates with thanksgiving, and into his courts with praise: be thankful unto him, and bless his name. 5For the LORD is good; his mercy is everlasting; and his truth endureth to all generations."
Psalm 96: 1O sing unto the LORD a new song: sing unto the LORD, all the earth. 2Sing unto the LORD, bless his name; shew forth his salvation from day to day. 3Declare his glory among the heathen, his wonders among all people. 4For the LORD is great, and greatly to be praised: he is to be feared above all gods. 5For all the gods of the nations are idols: but the LORD made the heavens.
6Honour and majesty are before him: strength and beauty are in his sanctuary. 7Give unto the LORD, O ye kindreds of the people, give unto the LORD glory and strength. 8Give unto the LORD the glory due unto his name: bring an offering, and come into his courts. 9O worship the LORD in the beauty of holiness: fear before him, all the earth. 10Say among the heathen that the LORD reigneth: the world also shall be established that it shall not be moved: he shall judge the people righteously. 11Let the heavens rejoice, and let the earth be glad; let the sea roar, and the fulness thereof. 12Let the field be joyful, and all that is therein: then shall all the trees of the wood rejoice 13Before the LORD: for he cometh, for he cometh to judge the earth: he shall judge the world with righteousness, and the people with his truth.
Shout to the Lord
by Chris Tomlin
Shout to the Lord, all the earth,
Let us sing
Power and majesty, praise to the King;
Mountains bow down and the seas will roar
At the sound of Your name.
I sing for joy at the work of Your hands,
Forever I'll love You, forever I'll stand,
Nothing compares to the promise I have in You.
My Jesus, My Savior,
Lord, there is none like You;
All of my days
I want to praise
The wonders of Your mighty love.
My comfort, my shelter,
Tower of refuge and strength;
Let every breath, all that I am
Never cease to worship You.
Shout to the Lord, all the earth,
Let us sing
Power and majesty, praise to the King;
Mountains bow down and the seas will roar
At the sound of Your name.
I sing for joy at the work of Your hands,
Forever I'll love You, forever I'll stand,
Nothing compares to the promise I have in You.
Shout to the Lord, all the earth,
Let us sing
Power and majesty, praise to the King;
Mountains bow down and the seas will roar
At the sound of Your name.
I sing for joy at the work of Your hands,
Forever I'll love You, forever I'll stand,
Nothing compares to the promise I have in You.
Nothing compares to the promise I have
Nothing compares to the promise I have in you
Copyright 2011 Charlotte Laney
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