Year B - Thanksgiving
November 22, 2015
Thanksgiving casts out shame.
Basic dirt knows this much. Why do we keep forgetting?
Those claiming to be created from such dusty old dust might better remember this than we do. It seems we have to keep learning these things from brother and sister animal and sister and brother plant.
So, Lift up your head, O Gates; Thanksgiving enters. Lift up your head, O Gates; Shame leaves.
And, amazingly, when they meet in the Gate both are transformed. Thanksgiving is humbled; Shame is assured.
Be glad and rejoice when the proud do not stomp the vulnerable into the ground. Be glad and rejoice when the glutton does not explode over everyone else.
Give thanks that we have learned moderation even in moderation. Now we are getting somewhere.
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