by Ted KyleThanksgiving, 2001
How do we give thanks, still devastated by the carnage of a new kind of war-a war waged by shadowy forces against civilians…a war in which our own are thrown against us, as passengers helplessly along for the ride on bombs fashioned from our own air liners?
How do we give thanks in such circumstances? Why, the same way our Pilgrim forefathers gave thanks at Jamestown. They, too, confronted a faceless foe. For them that foe was a harsh and unforgiving environment, as they sought to survive and learn the ways of a strange wilderness land-the "New England" to which they had come as religious refugees.
Giving thanks in 2001 ought not-will not-be the comfortable "Turkey Day" secular holiday which it has become during the long years of peace and security. It is a time to take stock of who we are and what we have become. It is a time to draw near, on our knees, before our God.
It is a time to seek His forgiveness for the sloth and vacuity of spirit into which we have fallen. It is time to remember that it is those with "broken and contrite hearts" to whom God listens. It is a time for repentance and confession. It is a time for genuine revival in our land.
And it is a time for joy-joy in the knowledge that our God reigns. Joy in the understanding that His promises are forever true. Joy in knowing that somehow, in ways we cannot now fathom, our Father will cause "all things"-even the Black September 11-"to work together for good for them that love God, to them who are the called according to His purpose."