A few years ago He of We included in the Thanksgiving blessing thanks to God for making the family somewhat dysfunctional. After all the relatives were done gasping and sputtering he explained that the imperfections are what keep the family together as we all support those who need it when they need it. A few weeks ago on some television show he heard the head of the household give his fictional blessing thanking God for his imperfect family. After all the relatives were done gasping and sputtering he explained that the imperfections are what keep the family together as they support those who need it when they need it. Somebody has been paying attention.
What fun is it if everybody gets along all the time? How would anybody grow if there was never an incentive to be better tomorrow than one is today? Isn’t part of giving thanks improving from year to year – from day to day even? Otherwise it’s just an exercise for everybody else to conform to one person’s idea of normal, regardless of how abnormal that normal may be – or might even be is.
Once upon a time all of the traditions that we hold so dear on Thanksgiving weren’t. They weren’t traditions, they weren’t habits, they might not have even been normal. But they stuck. For some reason everybody decided that on Thanksgiving we would have turkey and stuffing with cranberry dressing. Turkeys are impossible to cook properly, cranberries are the sourest of all the fall fruits we could possibly pick, and to quote a well know TV celebrity chef, stuffing is evil. Somehow, this terrible trio became the standard for our most family-centric holiday.
Eventually we learned how to prep that bird so it stayed juicy throughout cooking, figured out how to sweeten those bog berries, and learned that you could make a stuffing that actually cooked all the way through when you do it in Pyrex rather than poultry. The imperfections guided our practices to make a new normal.
So this week when you are practicing your blessing, think about not just what you are thankful for but what you’d wish you could change. Then be thankful that you might get the chance to change them.
Who knows, maybe someday our Thanksgiving feast will start at 9 in the morning so one can be first in line at the Pre-Black-Friday Sale as part of a new tradition. Yeah, right.
Now that’s what we think. Really. How ‘bout you.