I believe that the Jesus who loved me in my childhood when I
did not know what a “sin” was is the same Jesus who loves me in my older age
even though I have learned, and sometimes sin anyway.
I can no longer see the blooms open on my Christmas cactus and
thought about it this morning. It still blooms whether anyone sees it or not.
Then there are the times I crawl around on the floor looking for something
dropped or clean up a spill and realize a smile from my knees is, like my
cactus, seen somewhere.
If each kindness shown to me was represented by a light on
my Christmas tree I’d need to light up every tree in every forest. I believe if
everything I did for someone else was shining with a light it might be pretty
dark.
Sometimes I plan to experiment by taking food I want to eat
and don’t need and put it in a certain place just to see how long it would take
me to make a week’s amount of meals for an entire family of four; four days?
Three? Will I ever do it?
Today I passed by a tree filled with birds all making sounds
like Alfred Hitchcock’s movie. Have you ever wondered what might remind someone
of you?
What was that thing you meant to make a note about so you
would not forget it?
This may not sound like a Thanksgiving poem, but wanted to be
more subtle and hope we can look a little deeper, feel thanks more deeply, try
harder, forgive longer, smile more, give freely, love better, and communicate with
Jesus even when no one sees.
