Sponsored by karenament.burganrealestate.com Ps 146:7, 8-9a, 9bc-10 Blessed is he whose help is the God of Jacob. The LORD secures justice for the oppressed, gives food to the hungry. The LORD sets captives free. The LORD gives sight to the blind. The LORD raises up those who were bowed down; the LORD loves the just. The LORD protects strangers. The fatherless and the widow he sustains, but the way of the wicked he thwarts. The LORD shall reign forever; your God, O Zion, through all generations. Jn 15:5 I am the vine, you are the branches, says the Lord: whoever remains in me and I in him will bear much fruit.
That poor, put-upon little holiday that gets lost amid the scary creepiness of Halloween and the lights, glitz and glorious splendor of Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa and the other winter holidays.
Poor little old, neglected, practically skipped-over, who-cares-about-it-lets-get-to-the-Black-Friday-deals-and-eggnog, ironically underappreciated Thanksgiving.
Hardly anyone thinks about what the day really represents: that would be the giving of the thanks, capisce? Check out my #1 reason for being the grateful girl...cute, ain't he?
Originally, the concept was to thank the good Lord/Great Spirit for the bountiful yields of the autumn harvest.
Today, it’s more about stuffing yourself to the point where your belly button explodes outwardly like that little red pop-up timer in your big, bad, bursting-at-the-breastbone bird, you dig?
We seem to have lost focus here people. Tune in Sunday and let's see of old PK can reboot our collective vision back to 20/20 in my column: