Saints know this. They know the awe of leaving behind everything familiar and finding themselves at home for the first time in their lives. They experience the Mystery that everything's about Love, that all is well, even when all the evidence points to the contrary. Especially when all evidence points to the contrary. Saints know what it feels like, in their bodies, to be one with the Beloved.
Saints do what they do because it feels so good to do it.
Its that upside-down truth of giving is receiving and losing our lives to find them. It's the deeper joke of life, and saints know that it's a good one. So, try it on for size, sistahs. By the time we get to the 26th, we just might know why it ends with Thanksgiving.