Someday
There Will Be A Better Thanksgiving
By
Tom Wacaster
It
has been more than three decades since the late Adair Chapman shared the
following story with his readers:
As
most families in the community were gathering around dining tables for
Thanksgiving dinner, I stood with another family and a few friends who had
quietly assembled in the small country cemetery to bid an earthly farewell to a
young man who had died in defense of his
country. Down the road, sounds of
laughter and exchanged greetings between those who had come home for a holiday
reunion seemed in cruel contrast with the suppressed sobs of the bereaved. The simple graveside service over, we
returned to the house where friends and neighbors had prepared dinner for the
family. Sympathetic neighbors could provide food and speak words of comfort, but
there was on thing they could not do.
They could not fill the empty chair that remained unoccupied during the
meal. As the little family ate in
silence, the father turned his face and looked through the window toward the
hillside where the beautiful floral arrangements would soon wilt, and slowly
remarked, "Someday, there'll be a better Thanksgiving."
One
week from tomorrow our nation will celebrate Thanksgiving Day. It has been recorded in the pages of
history, and the annals of Congress, that this nation of ours should set aside
and recognize one day a year as "Thanksgiving Day." I cannot remember a single year that has
ever passed wherein I was denied the
opportunity to observe this national holiday, and most of the time those days of
celebration were spent with family. This
Thursday will be my 66th such occasion, even though the first dozen years are not as vivid in my
memory as the past dozen.
"Thanksgiving
Day"! What do those words mean to
you? What thoughts and memories do they
conjure up in your mind? To some,
Thanksgiving Day is one of back-to-back football games, early morning Macy's
Thanksgiving Day parade on television, the smell of turkey cooking in the oven,
and left overs at days end. To others it
is nothing more than an extended
weekend, an extra day at the office, or an opportunity to spend some time in a
lease waiting for that deer to drop by
your way so you can "bag" a six pointer, or tell about the one that got
away. And, sadly, to some it will be a
day of ill health, loss of a loved one, or some tragedy that might strike at
some unexpected moment in our life.
Thanksgiving
Day should cause us to pause and reflect on our good fortune and "every good
gift and every perfect gift" that has come down to us "from the Father of
lights, with whom there can be no variation, neither shadow that is cast by
turning" (James 1:17). But it should also cause those who are God's children to
reflect upon that day when the "better Thanksgiving" will be bestowed upon
us.
The words spoken by that bereaved
father in brother Chapman's story are the expression of those who hope in
heaven, and look forward to that time when we shall be forever reunited with our
spiritual family. In that day God shall
wipe away every tear from our eyes.
There will be no more death, sorrow, pain or suffering. "Someday" we will sit down at a table so
unlike the Thanksgiving Day table at which we will sit next week and join hands
and give thanks to the Father in heaven.
"Someday" our thanksgiving will be expressed not just on one day, but
throughout eternity as we bow at the feet of our Father. Turkey and dressing will not fill our
stomachs, but the fruit from the tree of life.
After
the celebration of Thanksgiving Day, many of us will bid farewell to our
children, grandchildren, parents and in-laws who have come to enjoy the food and
fellowship. For some that farewell will
be for only a few days; for others the time between visits will be months, if
not years. For some it will be the last
farewell this side of eternity. But
"someday," when the Lord comes again, "we that are alive, who are left, shall
together with them be caught up in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air: and
so shall we ever be with the Lord" (1 Thess. 4:17).
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