Give us this day our daily bread, O Father in heaven, and grant that we who are filled with good things from Your open hand, may never close our hearts to the hungry, the homeless, and the poor; in the name of the Father, and of the Sone, and of the Holy Spirit. (from the abbey of New Clairvaux)
A print of this painting, “Grace” by Eric Enstrom has for many years hung in my parents’ dining room. A bowl of homemade soup and a loaf of homemade bread was usually available in our kitchen. Both my mother and father loved to cook, but it wasn’t until he retired that my father devoted much time to it. My grandmother baked bread every Sunday morning and expected everyone to stop by and pick up a loaf. By baking bread, I mean the lady had over 25 loafs resting on and covered by clean sheets on her bed. The smell of baked bread will always remind me of Grandma’s house. I never became much of a baker, but I love to make soup. We never had soup on Thanksgiving, however. No need to fill up with liquid when all those carbs were on their way. I count as a blessing, the wonderful soups and crusty breads I had as a child. How we will count our blessings this Thanksgiving? A little tougher this year with so much military, political, and economic strife. An activity from the United Methodist Church called “Count Your Blessings“, although Christian in nature, can be adapted for any faith path. It is extremely reflective and might make a great after dinner activity for everyone at your Thanksgiving table.