Thanksgiving for me is our extended family gathering in the woods.  The tradition started in 1937.  My grandfather, Henry W. Smith, had died in that year of the Great Depression.  Granny Smith did not want to have the Thanksgiving meal in the house, so the family gathered outside on the banks of the Buckhorn Creek.  You can do that in November if you live in Florida.

After the creek flooded one year, they moved to a grove of black-jack oaks, where it has been every year since.  I was twenty-three days old when I went to my first Thanksgiving.  I’ve only missed one – when we lived in Kentucky and were awaiting the birth of our first child.

We’ll have a long table loaded with ribs, turkey, squash, brown rice casserole, broccoli casserole, and more.  For those of you not familiar with casseroles, add enough cheese and butter to anything and it will be good.  There are desserts that have so many calories and carbs that you will gain weight just by looking at them. 

 Two of my favorite delicacies will be served: swamp cabbage and guava cobbler.  You may not know it, but this is what you will eat in heaven.  I know this because Revelation promises there is no mourning or crying in heaven, which means there must be swamp cabbage and guava cobbler.

 We used to sit on hay bales, but recently upgraded to actual tables and chairs brought from the house.  The rumor that we made the switch because the hay bales no longer supported the weight of certain family members is a lie.

 We take pictures of each generation.  Since the death of my Aunt Ouida, I now find myself in the oldest generation.  I will hasten to point out I’m the youngest member of the oldest generation.

 After we have all eaten too much, after visiting with people we see only once a year but keep up with on Facebook, we slowly pack up the leftovers, and head back to what was my parent’s house, while other cousins scatter to other celebrations.  There are a few demented family members who walk the three miles back to the house, but I have never been tempted to join them.

 Everyone’s Thanksgiving will not be this way.  There will be a lonely widow in a nursing home, who will eat turkey provided by the staff.  They will be kind, but she will wonder why her children are not with her. 

 A solider in Syria who wishes he was settling in for a nap, is instead crouched behind a wall, dodging sniper fire.  ISIS, the Syrians, and whoever else is shooting over there do not celebrate Thanksgiving.

 A trooper somewhere will be standing beside a road, working an accident with fatalities.  He’s done it before, but it is more painful to watch a body being moved on a day when you are supposed to give thanks.

 A homeless man will stand in line for turkey and dressing.  He might wonder how his life came to this.  Someone will say to him, “Happy Thanksgiving,” but he finds it hard to count his blessings. 

 A surgical team will be in an operating room, doing a surgery that can’t wait. Somebody had to take call.  The surgery takes longer than they thought, and their Thanksgiving meal will come from a vending machine.

 A young couple, off at school, a long way from home, can’t afford to make the trip.  In their cramped apartment, they attempt to cook a turkey, but don’t know you have to thaw it first.  Their turkey turns to shreds, and they eat Chinese takeout for their first Thanksgiving together.  It makes their heart ache for home a little more.

 A child whose parents got in a violent fight the Wednesday night before Thanksgiving will be brought to a foster home.  He will sit down to Thanksgiving dinner with strange people, a little scared, not knowing how long he will be there.

 I don’t know what Thanksgiving will be for you.  But I know two things.  I know no matter where you are or what you are having to do, there will be something to give thanks for.  Find it.  Thank God. 

 And I know this: there will be someone you need to pray for this Thanksgiving.  Maybe you need to pray for their protection.  Maybe you need to pray for them to be encouraged.  Maybe you need to pray they will find hope. 

 No matter what Thanksgiving is for you, God will be there.  That, by itself, is reason enough to give thanks.