As Thanksgiving draws near, there are many things we have to prepare, check off our lists, and stock up on. Get the turkey thawing, cranberries and salads in their dishes, coffee pot a-brewin’, butter ready for…everything, pie baked…
In the midst of the going, going, going and planning, planning, planning, something will certainly not obey, will not go as planned. We forgot about gravy; the electricity decides to go out; a family member falls ill and can no longer come to the celebration… You know what I’m talking about. Those little (or big) things that ‘mess up the day’ and set you back during your prepping, planning, or meal-enjoying, whether before or during the holiday.
What a nuisance. – How frustrating! – If it just would have worked this way… – If she wouldn’t have said that one thing… – If only I had…
Our hopes, plans, triffles that we think will satisfy us…don’t do as we expect.
Thank God.
…ummmm…okay?
Thank God, because these are the knocks over the head that remind us to BE thankful, that remind us what we have been given. They jolt us out of our complacency.
The water went out? Wow, I usually have fresh, clean running water at my disposal, 24/7. How amazing!
Mother falls ill and can no longer come for Thanksgiving? Wow, I have a mother who is near me, close to me, who I can talk to and see.
The turkey, the ‘centerpiece’ of the feast, is burned and completely tarnished? Wow, I have warm food at my fingertips, food that can fill and nourish me.
A little spat comes up during the family meal? Wow, I have a family.
These little moments feel like setbacks—because they are: they are meant to make us take a step back, out of our complacency and self-centeredness and filled-up tummies and consumeristic mindsets.
The late author Flannery O’Connor used such ‘tragic’ events as the center- and turning-points of her stories. She used tragedy as opportunity to transform her prideful and stubborn everyday characters. A glimpse of her brilliant insight is found in her reflection upon the event of her father’s death:
The reality of death has come upon us and a consciousness of the power of God has broken our complacency like a bullet in the side. A sense of the dramatic, of the tragic, of the infinite, has descended upon us, filling us with grief, but even above grief, wonder. Our plans were so beautifully laid out, ready to be carried to action, but with magnificent certainty God laid them aside and said, "You have forgotten—Mine?"1
Let us put on this mindset as our own, beginning now, as we prepare for the holidays. When those little things go wrong, take that step back, as it bids us to do.
1 Emphasis added.