Greetings Dear Reader,
Sometimes I will end the day with thoughts that are
important to get out. Usually I just
write them and put them in my journal folder.
I have chosen that on occasion I will share them with you Dear Reader.
I am sitting down to write this to wind down from pepping
Thanksgiving dinner. I slow roast my
turkey overnight. It is just in the over
to gently rise in temperature until morning.
The pies are cooling. The pudding
is chilling. The dressing is in the pan
well chilled and ready for the over tomorrow.
There is more but I will not belabor you now Dear Reader.
This time on Thanksgiving Eve my thoughts turn to what comes
next. My Daughter loves the entire Black
Friday shopping thing. I resist it. We agree that shopping on Thanksgiving Day
wrong. She spends that time plotting her
Friday adventure and nibbling a last slice of pumpkin pie.
I have grown weary of the avarice associated with the time
between the last bite of the Thursday meal and the end of cyber Monday. I will venture out on Saturday or Sunday more
to observe than to shop. One of those two days we will decorate for Christmas. This means that I may pick up a bauble or two
for the tree. If needed I will get some
new lights.
One thing I will do is spend some time bell ringing for the Salvation
Army. This is vital to the needs of so
many in a time when want is more keenly felt.
It is easy, only takes a couple of hours per shift, and has the potential
to benefit so many. You can volunteer at
ringbells.org . In ten years they have never pestered me for
money or put me on someone’s mailing list.
Ninety-two cents of every dollar goes to the actual charity work they do
for others.
So, as I prepare to feast with family and friends I cast my
heart and mind toward the needs of others.
I do this in keeping with the idea that I have so many things to for which
to be thankful that I dare not neglect the needs of others. Join with me Dear Reader; come on ring those
bells.
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer
who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home
owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”
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