In Their ShoesNovember 26, 2008
This post was originally published on November 20, 2006
Yesterday I taught a Thanksgiving lesson for the kindergarten class at church. I asked the children to imagine that they were the pilgrims…
How would you feel if you moved far, far away from everything and everyone that you knew, and found yourself in the middle of nowhere with no house, no food, and very few possessions? And to make matters worse, what if there were people already there — people who didn’t speak your language, dressed funny, and had a completely different culture than anything you’d ever seen before? How would you feel?
I can only imagine what those brave pilgrims must have been thinking and feeling as they came to this country nearly 400 years ago. Many of them suffered religious persecution before making the decision to flee their homeland. They spent about two months on a boat, in very cramped quarters, to get here. When they arrived in this new land, they had very little. The long, harsh winter robbed them of even more. I read that of 110 pilgrims at the Plymouth Settlement, only 50 survived that first winter.
However, in the year that followed their arrival at Plymouth, the Pilgrims made peace with the Indians, learned how to grow crops, and reaped a bountiful harvest.
Can you imagine? I am. I am imagining that the depth of the Pilgrims’ gratitude to God for seeing them through that difficult season was without measure. I imagine it was a drop-to-your-knees-and-weep-with-joy kind of gratitude. I imagine that they felt as though they could never thank God enough for His enduring love.
I pray that I will maintain an attitude of deep and heart-felt gratitude for all of my blessings, today and every day, regardless of the hardships I may have to endure.
Give thanks to the Lord and proclaim his greatness.
Let the whole world know what he has done.