Oh, For the Simple Life
Thanksgiving brings us to thoughts of hearth and home or, at least, Americans get into their cars and onto planes to retrieve something of hometown. At this season of the year with Thanksgiving we look to re-explore the metaphor of the earth, the harvest, and something of the simpler life.
Although raised in a small Pennsylvania town, how I recall the tales of driving to the Pennsylvania Dutch Country in quest of a pumpkin, just right for a perfect pie for Thanksgiving dinner. At other times of year, the pumpkin from the can would have sufficed, but this special day required a unique pumpkin. Strangely, somewhere our family had learned that it wasn’t the large orange variety, but rather the search was for the more yellow pumpkin with a long neck!
How often I would tell the story of how I had contributed to the unique holiday by teaching my mother an easy way to “cut” the pumpkin for cooking. After years of struggling to actually cut it up for cooking, I had the idea just drop it off the back porch and then gather the pieces for the boiling. This began the custom of how the perfect pie was cooked! Each family has its story.
Thanksgiving gives us the welcome invitation to explore the metaphors of a simpler life: the gathering of the harvest, the preparation of the family table, the gathering of family around the table and hearth. At least, for an instant things, seem simple. And that’s the insight – thankfulness and gratitude simplify a hurried and quickened life.
Life and People as Gift
Often at weddings I compare the marriage promises as gift between the husband and wife. I tell the bride and groom that the tendency with precious gifts is to guard and protect them. In trying to urge the couple to use their gift for each other, I tell the story of learning about my chalice early in my life as a young priest. Like so many things in my ministry, I learned most things from God’s People.
The story of my chalice was that I was hesitant to have just any one touch my cup used at the Eucharist. The reason was simple. Too much rubbing or a ring would scratch the interior of the vessel. A wonderful woman came to the rescue teaching me about patina on well-used