Giving Thanks and Thankful Giving

Self, Gratitude

Thanksgiving may be the last communal contemplative annual event in North America. Ramadan is for Muslims; Passover, Yom Kippur and other holy days are observed by Jews; Diwali, Dharma Day, a plethora of other holidays and, of course, “Fesitvus for the rest of us” are specific to the religions that established them, as is Easter for Christians. It might be argued that Christmas, at least in the western world, has achieved some manner of pan-cultural reach, but it would be hard to convince many of us that, amid the furious din of marketing campaigns, it retains a contemplative element for more than a handful.

 

Thanksgiving is a little different. It’s not really a religious or ethnic festival, for one thing, even though Christians grateful for survival gave it its start; it doesn’t automatically exclude anyone. Most people, whether they’re religious or not, recognize that gratitude is a good thing. And most of us, even in straitened circumstances, even in the middle of crisis, can find something to be thankful for. We discover, when we turn our attention to the mercies and graces that we normally take for granted in our lives, that we are richer – materially, spiritually, relationally – than we had realized. And that puts our present needs and trials into a different perspective.

 

This is really the essence of the contemplative act: paying deliberate close attention, for a period of time, to something that would likely otherwise escape our notice. The nature of the Thanksgiving holiday, as observed by most in the US and Canada, tends to remind us of the importance of the people we love and who love us; the relative wealth and freedom we enjoy; the goodness of God (or nature, if you’re an atheist) in providing glorious food that is both nourishing and a sensual delight. Some also revel in a cornucopia of football games, others in the start of another basketball or hockey season, the home team’s record as yet unblemished. Most of us make an effort to be with family, and sometimes that effort entails putting aside, for the time being and as best we can, the irritations or grievances that normally afflict our relationships.

 

For a moment, we are content with what we have. Briefly, we rejoice in having more than enough, instead of clamoring for more. Most of the time, we are so focused on accumulating more that we really do not believe we have enough; this moment of shared contemplation reminds us of the good in our lives, a good that is ratified and increased by sharing it with others.

 

Opening our eyes to deliberately see who and what we have; our ears to hear the casually affectionate words of the ones we gather with; our nostrils to inhale the rich odor of the food as it cooks, and later, our mouths to taste it – this is how we are thankful. It is a truly impoverished soul who can pay this kind of attention to the material reality of his or her world and not give thinks.

 

But there are such impoverished souls. There are truly impoverished people among us – people who do not have the luxury of clamoring for more, but must continually strive toward an elusive enough. There are children who will get through the weekend on Kraft Dinner, and go to school without breakfast when the holiday is done. There are homeless men and women who will hunker down, shivering and hungry for a few days, because the passersby who usually give them a little money are all camping out in Gramma’s living room waiting for the bird to finish roasting. People who have ended up on the perimeter of society because of mental illness or addictions or age will battle their demons alone, knowing their  aloneness as a crushing weight, profoundly aware that others are to be found in rooms full of light and warmth and largesse, rooms where they themselves are not welcome.

 

If we, who have more than enough, look around ourselves and recognize with grateful hearts how truly wealthy we are, this is very good. But it’s not enough. It’s only a beginning.

 

A gratitude that does not prompt us to give is hardly gratitude at all. Being must always, if it is real, give issue to doing. When we open our eyes to truly see how blessed we are,  we open them also to see the real needs of our brothers and sisters. When we open our hands to receive the good gifts God showers upon us, we must open them also to give of that goodness to others. If we open our hearts to receive God’s love for ourselves, we must also open them to admit into our affections those who might be thought unlovable.

 

If we give thanks, and do not then thankfully give, our thanksgiving is revealed as a kind of miserly counting of the various forms of our wealth, an act of hoarding rather than of gratitude.

 

The good news, news that would be confirmed by every cheerful giver, is that thankful giving increases our own gratitude. We become more and more grateful, as we give, because we understand more and more clearly just how rich we are; we begin to value, to an increasing degree, what we have and have taken for granted. Giving sets us free from the tyranny of the things we own – the things that, truthfully, often own us. This is as true of our time, energy and affections as it is of material goods.

 

Giving reminds us that all we possess was a gift in the first place, and not merely the result of our own efforts or excellence. It places in proper context those efforts as, themselves, acts of gratitude or even worship, rather than self-sufficiency. It gives expression, via the “language” of the justice that characterizes the Kingdom of God, to the salvation of our own souls. It reminds us that every man is our brother, every woman our sister, every child our son or daughter. The family to which we belong is enormous and eternal.

 

And that, surely, is worthy of thanksgiving.

 

If anyone has material possessions and sees his brother in need but has no pity on him, how can the love of God be in him? Dear children, let us not love with words or tongue but with actions and in truth. This then is how we know that we belong to the truth… – 1 John 3:17-19a (NIV)

 

By Greg Pauls

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