On Thanksgiving do we give thanks for it all? The heart-break and the heart-full, the belly laughs and the sobs, the moments of peace (seconds?) and the gut-wrenching doubt, the partial answers and the incessant questions? My guess is that we must or be hypocrites. That is why I am not yet redeemed–I balk at the acceptance of the nether side of the coin. My mom and I had this discussion. She is 80 and awesome and brilliant and as faith-filled a person as I have ever known, and when she tells me that she doesn’t understand but just accepts this kind of existence as how it must be for now, but still questions God about it, I feel comforted and confronted at the same time. And should I give thanks for that?

My brother says that from his perspective, anger is his life is useless, and he discards it as soon as he possibly can. His role now is to do good–be good–to others. His view of his world–why not be kind? He has suffered and yet he finds this answer? I think this is Christ.

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