There may even be a vague sense of gratitude that gently wafts through our turkey-induced comas like a warm, fuzzy, stuffing-scented fog.
But the thought of Thanksgiving as something exciting and powerful?
No, thank you very much, we’d rather have another helping of mashed potatoes… or some of that gelatinous cranberry goo from the can.
Enter into his gates with thanksgiving, and into his courts with praise: be thankful unto him, and bless his name. For the LORD is good; his mercy is everlasting; and his truth endureth to all generations. Psalm 100: 4-5 KJV
Right, all generations. Thanks for the cheese ball, Lord.
Okay, as long as the songs are during the commercials–or at half-time. But not too loud if people are napping.
Come, let us sing for joy to the Lord;let us shout aloud to the Rock of our salvation.Let us come before him with thanksgivingand extol him with music and song. Psalm 95:1-2
And no angels with trumpets. None of that.
Maybe I’m being a bit harsh, but it sure seems the way the Bible describes thanksgiving and how we actually practice it are in some degree of conflict with our cultural traditions here.