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I
tend to avoid like the plague
the ecumenical or interfaith community Thanksgiving services most
local churches feel obligated to
hold at this time of year. In fact, I find these events excruciating
- both awkwardly orchestrated
(in an attempt, perhaps, to avoid any possible offense) and bizarrely
vacuous (which probably accounts for the usually sparse attendance).
I wonder
why local church leaders put themselves through the exercise. There
is, after all, nothing sacred about Thanksgiving Day. This is a
national holiday whose only religious connection has to do with
the colonist Pilgrims who happened to be a religious sect. It is
grimly ironic, in fact, that the first official proclaiming of a
"Thanksgiving Day" was to celebrate the massacre of 700 native people
guilelessly gathered for their own traditional religious observance
of thanksgiving.
I
suspect it is the Christian community,
in particularl, which, like a moth drawn to flame, is compelled
to find some sort of religious significance in a holiday whose central
image is a meal celebrated out of gratefulness for a victory (though
admittedly few are likely to be aware of the referenced massacre,
inclining to think instead mostly of the invaders' hard-won survival).
And since we've been told from childhood that the Pilgrims were
seeking religious freedom when they ventured across the Atlantic,
it understandably looks like a good opportunity to celebrate and
foster mutual respect of difference - and knowledge of the (surprising?)
fact that most everyone cherishes similar sorts of blessings.
The
universal nature of life's blessings is the focus, in fact, of the
collect for Thanksgiving Day found in the Episcopal Church's Book
of Common Prayer: "Almighty and gracious Father [sic], we give
you thanks for the fruits of the earth in their season and for the
labors of those who harvest them. Make us, we pray, faithful stewards
of your great bounty, for the provision of our necessities and the
relief of all who are in need, to the glory of your Name; through
Jesus Christ our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy
Spirit, one God, now and forever. Amen."
No
prayer could more aptly contain the impulse
behind this issue. In our significantly urbanized, suburbanized
and regional sprawlized national life, the joy and relief that accompanies
a harvest successfully weathered is, of course, mostly lost. As
is the sober, bone-weary knowledge of the labor involved - or even
what "in season" means when it comes to our favorite fruits and
vegetables.
Our
ignorance also embraces a scandal. Men, women and children are dying
in the fields which yield such national abundance. And the crops
themselves increasingly pose a risk to the very welfare of the creation
we boast as God's own, including to the health of those we warmly
invite to dinner.
As
people who find contained in a meal the very substance of salvation,
it seems sacrilegious for Christians not to be scrupulously mindful
of the qualities and cost of the national feast. Perhaps, as with
much of the Thanksgiving Day story, we'd prefer not to delve too
deeply. If we did we'd probably find the occasion would better merit
a fast.
But
fasting is not the only form of resistance we can choose
if we take the church's prayerful Thanksgiving Day intention as
our own. Every community member has a hunger for healthy food, sustainably
and justly produced - which gives flesh to the interfaith solidarity
for which so many church leaders seem to long.
Perhaps
in working towards that aim we'd generate some community religious
gatherings with true heart, everyone compelled to attend because
of a passionate need to express deep gratefulness for a common goal
achieved - a living-wage campaign successfully undertaken, an attempt
to water down food labelling standards successfully rebuffed, a
program of community-supported agriculture successfully established.
To
my mind such victories would be well worth celebrating - maybe even
worth a feast.
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