So my husband had an idea.
“As a family, let’s go and buy a Thanksgiving dinner for a family in need.”
As you know, I am all for combating poverty but I tend to donate money. I work all week. I don’t want to take my three boys to the grocery store where they will no doubt drive me crazy.
“It will be fun.”
I beg to differ. I am tired. I am over scheduled and I know at least three charities that will take our $20.
“The boys will learn more if we do it ourselves.”
Of course, I know this to be true. I was feeling very put upon on this day. I swear, I was Mrs. Scrooge.
I know that typically refers to Christmas complaining but bear with me.
I was helping to plan a silent auction for my job, in the midst of derby tryouts and general mommy responsibilities. I was tired. T-I-R-E-D!
The night we were supposed to shop, I spent working late in preparation for the big event. We had to reschedule for the next day. On that morning, I awoke with a crick in my neck. I spent most of the first hours of wakefulness with a heating pad on my shoulders trying to coax movement.
And then, we went. We piled into our swagger wagon with our list.
Isaiah read and checked off. The two older boys selected the type of drink, pie or bread. Vito basically kept me busy just acting as crazy as ever.
And then, we had a blast.
I watched my two older boys care about what others were eating. I watched my husband encourage them to get the “good stuff” for our new friends. We discussed ingredients and the purchase of a gift card to make sure they had everything they needed to make whatever they wanted with what we brought.
A couple of years ago, my family took part in a Feast of the Tabernacle which is basically a Thanksgiving of Jewish tradition. It was a very year 2000 version. We all met up at a campsite and spent a few days eating, praying and celebrating our abundance.
The idea is that everyone brings a bit of their abundance to the table and everyone then feasts.
We are living in a time where we are all judging each others abundance. We are wondering who comes to the table and with what. We wonder why they didn’t bring more or why they brought so little. We select carefully who to share with and who does not deserve to share our hard won feast. It is a strange time of mistrust.
Much of it well earned and deserved.
It still brings me discomfort and sadness.
So many political words, distractions, clauses, laws, groups, sessions and monies wasted.
All because, even as the richest nation in the world, where there is plenty to go around and around again, we can’t share. We shouldn’t have to share. No one can make me share. We don’t like to share.
I have spent much time this morning thinking about generational curses. (most of my life actually, considering my history)
All of my ponderings this morning, left me with this thought.
Do you want the good news or the bad news?
How about both, because they are one in the same.
The good news is that their is plenty to go around. We have only to decide to share it.
The bad news is that their is plenty to go around. We have only to decide to share it.
I wonder if we often think of generational curses within families that wear the words alcoholism, drug abuse or depression and we forget one that may be more detrimental to our global society than all of them melted together.
What if our curse is selfishness? What if we continue to spend more money on ice cream, perfume and designer handbags than we do on ending global poverty?
In a couple hours, my family will hop in the car and head over the river and through the woods, to my grandmother’s home. We will eat a very large and delicious meal. We will spend time feasting and celebrating our abundance. It will be a much needed break from weeks of work and rush.
I am just now thinking, maybe instead of two different pies, we will have one. Instead of a ham AND a turkey, we will select one. Instead of making enough food to last longer than our appetites for it, we will make enough for two days. Another holiday is coming and maybe, just maybe we can eek out another dinner for another family.
|Okay, so this is from Easter but whatevs. ;)|
In my mind, I am standing at the edge of a big table filled with food and inviting others in. That is how we celebrate our abundance.