a (happy?) thanksgiving story

Thanksgiving Day. A national day of gratitude for the harvest and for the blessings of the preceding year.

The story of its origins is simple, for many details are unknown.

This simple story also is complex, involving people, their impulses, instincts, and interactions.

This simple and complex story is sacred, pointing to the honoring of the eternal bond between Creator and creature, creature and creature; a bond of justice and compassion.

This simple and complex sacred story also is profane, for it speaks of the breaking of that same bond.

Members of the English Separatist Church, a Puritan sect, escaping religious persecution, set sail aboard the Mayflower, landing at the promised land of Plymouth Rock, in what is now Massachusetts, in December 1620. That first winter was harsh. Many died. However, the harvest of 1621 was bountiful. The remaining colonists celebrated with a feast, inviting the Wampanoags, a coast-dwelling Native American people, who had helped the settlers survive their first year. This banquet, like a traditional English harvest festival, lasted three days! (Such a commemoration wasn’t strange to the Wampanoags who, in thanksgiving for their fellowship with the Creator and creation, annually observed six festivals!) This gathering of two very different peoples, expressing a friendship forged in suffering’s fire, had a sacred, sacramental element, being, to paraphrase The Catechism in the Episcopal Church’s Book of Common Prayer, an outward, visible sign of inward, spiritual grace.

It would be the happiest of all endings if, nearly 400 years later, we could read a story of lasting friendship. Sorrowfully, we cannot.

“A pharaoh arose who knew not Joseph” (Exodus 1.8). This Egyptian leader, without firsthand knowledge of the history of service of the Hebrews, thus without desire to address and assuage his mistrust and fear, enslaved the people. As elements of the human story often repeat, so it was that many new English colonists knew not the service of the Wampanoags. Fear grew. Intolerance spread. Friendship weakened. Within a generation or two, the children of those who feasted in thanksgiving in 1621 were killing one another in what came to be known as King Philip’s War. One result of that conflict was the enslavement and virtual destruction of a number of the tribes of native peoples and the opening of southern New England to unrestrained colonial expansion.

This simple and complex, sacred and profane thanksgiving story speaks of a friendship between diverse peoples that took root and flowered from the ground of shared experience. It also tells how fear and mistrust can break the bonds of the deepest fellowship.

In remembering this story, I pledge anew to strive daily to fulfill that eternal bond between Creator and creation, creature and creature; that bond of justice and compassion.

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One thought on “a (happy?) thanksgiving story

  1. Thank you for this story on this Thanksgiving Day! Friendship between diverse people is needed in the world today more than ever. Mistrust and fear feels as if it’s running amok. It’s difficult to remain hopeful. On this This Day of Thanks, I am grateful for everyone and everything in my life – (the awesome, the joyful, the good, the bad, the outrageous, the painful and the truly ugly experiences and events) because they all have made me the person I am today, and will help to shape the person I’ll grow to be in the future. Like you, today I’ll pledge to strive on a daily basis to fulfill and strengthen any and all of the bonds I treasure, and those I don’t even know of yet, I declaring this not only a day of food, family and fellowship, but also one of HOPE, because I believe we all need an extra helping of that today,

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