{"id":191,"date":"2007-11-18T11:00:00","date_gmt":"2007-11-18T16:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.bu.edu\/sermons\/2007\/11\/18\/a-thanksgiving-recipe\/"},"modified":"2021-02-28T11:12:32","modified_gmt":"2021-02-28T16:12:32","slug":"a-thanksgiving-recipe","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.bu.edu\/sermons\/2007\/11\/18\/a-thanksgiving-recipe\/","title":{"rendered":"A Thanksgiving Recipe"},"content":{"rendered":"

A Thanksgiving Recipe<\/b><\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

Lections (Isaiah 65<\/a>, Luke 21<\/a>)<\/b><\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

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It is hard to think about Thanksgiving and not think of food in general and turkey in particular. So attentive are we to the meal itself that the Thanksgiving prayer we offer becomes an afterthought, unless carefully we pause to think about a prayerful recipe for a real thanksgiving. The meal, the turkey, we leave to you. But here, in sermonic guise, we offer a recipe for the prayer on Thanksgiving, a thanksgiving recipe, a recipe, that is, for a thanksgiving prayer.<\/span><\/p>\n

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First, clean. To start, you might clean the outside of the prayer. Pluck its feathers. Wash its torso. Get rid of the fluff that does not feed anyway. Especially this year perhaps we can dispense with the note of pride, of self-congratulation that so easily enters the heart. \u2018Lord I thank thee that I am not like other men\u2014extortionists, liars, or even like this publican here\u2019. Jesus directly proscribed such prayer. Pluck and clean and here is what you find. Most of who we are and even more of what we have is pure gift. Our genetic makeup. Our history. Our natural surroundings. Our upbringing. Our humors and talents. Our religious tradition or lack thereof. For all our vaunted independence, we depend, utterly depend, truly depend, we are deeply dependent for what counts: for life, for forgiveness, for eternal life. For all our vaunted enterprise, we have relied on others, and we have been shaped by others. Is there a better city in North American in which to remember that than Boston? As a city, as a people, as a nation, as a church, we are the creatures of the courage of others, who in one sense or another gave the last full measure of devotion. Who are we kidding anyway? Most of what we are and even more of what we have is pure gift. As my friend says, \u2018if you see a turtle on top of a fence post, you know he did not get there on his own\u2019.<\/span><\/p>\n

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The Psalmist knew this. \u2018For not by their own sword did they win the land; nor did their own arm give them victory; but by thy right hand and thine arm and the light of thy countenance; for thou didst delight in them\u2019.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Paul of Tarsus also knew this. \u2018I have suffered the loss of all things and count them as refuse, in order that I may gain Christ and be found in Him, not having a righteousness of my own, based on law, but that which is through the faith of Christ\u2019.<\/span><\/p>\n

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To give thanks means first to pluck the bird\u2019s prideful feathers, one at a time. Pride, sloth and falsehood abide these three, but the greatest of these is pride.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Second, season. Cleansed, our prayer is ready for a little seasoning. Personal seasoning. Real gratitude is real personal. Prayer is intimate. Prayer is personal. Like a sermon. Utterly personal. Like a photograph. Utterly personal. A prayer of thanks is thanks for what makes a personal difference. For a friend sent along by life\u2019s surging current. For a spouse met. For a child. For a child saved from death in a car accident. For a lawsuit avoided. For an assault survived. For a family fence mended. For a vocation. For a vacation. For an exciting new job. For breath, for breadth, for board.<\/span><\/p>\n

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We went north toward Montreal in 1981 to serve two little churches with two little children and too little money. We went to Montreal in order to study for a PhD so that one day we could come to Boston and teach in the school of theology and preach in Marsh Chapel and offer pastoral care to an academic community of 40,000. Be glad for what you do not have, for it is the doorway into what you will have. That summer of 1981 we were given a car, and old red Ford Mustang convertible, anno domini 1973. A real boat, v8, white top, black interior, and rust to the horizon. Said the donor: \u2018it will last you 6 months. Leave it in a field\u2019. It lasted 10 years. It was such a thoughtful and such helpful gift\u2014the right thing at the right time in the right way\u2014that no words could ever convey our gratitude (Hart on gift). No formal note—\u201cDear Aunt Esther, in life\u2019s many vicissitudes it is so important to be made mindful of those who help\u2026blah, blah, blah\u2026\u2019 No. Thanksgiving is a personal shout, a cry from the heart: Thank You!<\/span><\/p>\n

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Alice Walker appeared on late night television a while ago. She said two stunning things. \u2018At middle age\u2019, she said, \u2018I am learning to slow down so that whatever life intends for me will have an easier time catching up\u2019. Then, after minutes of complements for Nelson Mandela, and what he did for South Africa, she reflected: \u2018of course, he is a great leader, but the point is that each one of us is to be our own great leader\u2019. Personal. Personal. Very personal.<\/span><\/p>\n

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A sermon does not conclude the preaching for the week. A sermon begins the preaching for the week. The point of a sermon is found in your active, personal articulation of faith. In a journal. In public speaking. In a simple devotional at a meeting. In the shower. And, this Thursday, in a thanksgiving prayer. Sit down ahead of time and right it out. Make it personal. Season it so. Season it properly. Find your tongue. Season it personally.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Third, cook. Cook the prayer. Cook it in experiences of adversity. Let the adverse experiences of life make our prayer and our soul tender. One of my forebears in the ministry long ago used this line and it has stuck. It is nothing to remember a line for thirty years, when it is a real sentence. \u2018Let the heat of adversity make us tender\u2019. Sometimes nothing else will. This is a difficult point. When I heard my friend utter the line, because I knew his experience, I wept. There is no way finally to understand, let alone justify, the heat of life at its worst. But we can pray that such adverse experience will humanize us, that such heat will make us tender.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Let the bird cook, simmer. Cooking makes the bird tender. Life\u2019s heat makes us tender too.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Think again of Paul. \u2018Suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character and character pr
\noduces hope and hope does not disappoint us because the love of God has been shed abroad in our hearts through the Holy Spirit that is given to us.\u2019<\/span><\/p>\n

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In the radio congregation today, and in the visible congregation today, there are many who know this well. You have graciously preached this sermon in your own lives. You have faced adversity and so become spiritually sensitive. You have felt physical pain but have learned redemptively to manage your suffering. You have suffered loss and survived. You have managed suffering redemptively. You have worn the ancient clothing: \u2018afflicted in every way but not crushed, perplexed but not driven to despair, persecuted but not forsaken, struck down but not destroyed; and you do not lose heart, for though the outer nature is wasting away, the inner nature is being renewed every day\u2019. For all the heat, your Thanksgiving prayer this year will be most tender and most sweet.<\/span><\/p>\n

Here is a recipe for Thanksgiving, a recipe for a prayer at Thanksgiving. Clean it. Season it. Cook it. Cleanse it of pride. Season it in person. And allow the heat of adversity to make you tender.<\/span><\/p>\n

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It was this recipe that my students on Wednesday perceived in Howard Thurman\u2019s exemplary prayer:<\/span><\/p>\n

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Today, I make my Sacrament of Thanksgiving.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

I begin with the simple things of my days:<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

Fresh air to breathe,<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

Cool water to drink,<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

The taste of food,<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

The protection of houses and clothes,<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

The comforts of home.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

For all these I make an act of Thanksgiving this day!<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

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I bring to mind all the warmth of humankind that I have known:<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

My mother\u2019s arms,<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

The strength of my father<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

The playmates of my childhood,<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

The wonderful stories brought to me from the lives<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

Of many who talked of days gone by when fairies<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

And giants and all kinds of magic held sway;<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

The tears I have shed, the tears I have seen;<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

The excitement of laughter and the twinkle in the<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

Eye with its reminder that life is good.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

For all these I make an act of Thanksgiving this day<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

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I finger on by one the messages of hope that awaited me at the crossroads:<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

The smile of approval from those who held in their hands the reins of my security;<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

The tightening of the grip in a simple handshake when I <\/i><\/span> <\/p>\n

Feared the step before me in darkness;<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

The whisper in my heart when the temptation was fiercest<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

And the claims of appetite were not to be denied;<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

The crucial word said, the simple sentence from an open<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

Page when my decision hung in the balance.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

For all these I make an act of Thanksgiving this day.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

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I pass before me the main springs of my heritage:<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

The fruits of labors of countless generations who lived before me, <\/i><\/span> <\/p>\n

Without whom my own life would have no meaning;<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

The seers who saw visions and dreamed dreams;<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

The prophets who sensed a truth greater than the mind could grasp<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

And whose words would only find fulfillment<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

In the years which they would never see;<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

The workers whose sweat has watered the trees,<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

The leaves of which are for the healing of the nations;<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

The pilgrims who set their sails for lands beyond all horizons,<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

Whose courage made paths into new worlds and far off places;<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

The saviors whose blood was shed with a recklessness t
\nhat only a dream<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

Could inspire and God could command.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

For all this I make an act of Thanksgiving this day.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

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I linger over the meaning of my own life and the commitment<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

To which I give the loyalty of my heart and mind:<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

The little purposes in which I have shared my loves,<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

My desires, my gifts;<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

The restlessness which bottoms all I do with its stark insistence<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

That I have never done my best, I have never dared<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

To reach for the highest;<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

The big hope that never quite deserts me, that I and my kind<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

Will study war no more, that love and tenderness and all the <\/i><\/span> <\/p>\n

inner graces of Almighty affection will cover the life of the<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

children of God as the waters cover the sea.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

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All these and more than mind can think and heart can feel,<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

I make as my sacrament of Thanksgiving to Thee,<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

Our Father, in humbleness of mind and simplicity of heart.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

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