As the United States gets ready to celebrate Thanksgiving, I’ve had to take a step back and catch my breath from the political comings and goings of the last year.
America, I’d like to ask you a question. Have you ever seen Plymouth Rock? That’s the stone upon which the Mayflower Separatists (also called Pilgrims) first set foot upon when arriving in the “New World” in 1620. Their counterparts had arrived at Jamestown in 1607, and initially it didn’t go well. I live about five miles from where the Jamestown settlers came ashore, so like or or not, I’ve become well schooled in their suffering. I’d like to point out, however, that the suffering the white Europeans brought upon the First Nation was a billion times worse. Think smallpox, etc. I wish I could, but I can’t undo the past.
Back to Plymouth Rock. About five years ago, I was with Barbara and Arthur on Cape Ann in Massachusetts. Arthur pulled the car up to the curb and asked me if I wanted to see the Rock. It had a huge monument over it, so I got out, and walked over. Peering down, I saw a suitcase-sized white stone. I could have fit it in the trunk of my car. That was it. That was Plymouth Rock.
Throughout my life, until that moment, I had envisioned the Pilgrims stepping off the Mayflower onto a large outcropping of rocks. In my mind it was an enormous rock. So, I was very surprised when it turned out to be so tiny.
We as Americans have some not-so-tiny issues ahead of us over the next four years. But in the spirit of peace, I and my loved ones will break bread on Thanksgiving, and we will pray for truth, we will pray for strength, we will pray for justice, and we will pray for peace. And we will ask for God’s blessing upon for all of us, regardless of our beliefs, now and in the year to come.