In a state of chronic ingratitude we eventually convince ourselves that we're underpaid, under appreciated, unrewarded, unfulfilled, and unloved. That spiritual black hole swallows every grateful impulse before it's born. Far better to celebrate all we do have. This day, every day, is a gift from above, along with health, water, air, food, shelter, clothing, and countless other blessings. All these benefits didn't just accidentally flow out of a cold, mechanical universe of random, swirling atoms.
Somebody is interested in our well-being.
Someone else has aptly observed that atheists must really feel frustrated around Thanksgiving because they don't know who to thank for all their good fortune. Some folks, who think pretty highly of themselves, entertain the absurd idea that they have no one but themselves to thank for all their victories and successes. If you've forgotten where your health, strength, talent and treasure come from, I suggest you have a talk with the Father this week. Even if nobody else understands, if you find yourself, like Andras, far from home and friendless, there is somebody who still speaks your language. And if you drop in at church, you may find a family of people who will be honored to welcome you into their circle of friendship.