I will segway from my latest rants to a happier thought as we approach the holiday season and beginning with the holiday of Feasts, Thanksgiving!  I know that there are a lot of people talking now about the Thanksgiving season and what it means and what the original dinner was like and how they interacted between the white man and the American Indians and what they ate, etc.  Mostly, we should remember that these folks were very focused on what God had provided them.  They were sick, tired and weary.  Truly weary.  Heavy of heart and yet looking at what they knew to be true.  The truth that no matter how sick, no matter how hungry, no matter how destitute, that their God, the Lord of Lords and King of Kings had delivered them and continued to provide for them.  They joined forces with the Indians and learned that their appreciation for what they had was very similarly based.  The Indians knew that their existence was merely because of the grace of the Great Spirit which the white man made equivalent to our God.
Psalm 150  “Praise God in his sanctuary;  praise him in his mighty heavens.
Praise Him for his acts of power, praise him for his surpassing greatness.
Praise Him with the sounding of the trumpet, praise him with the harp and lyre, praise him with tambourine and dancing,
Praise him with the strings and flute, praise him with the clash of cymbals, praise him resounding cymbals.
Praise the Lord.”
This is not a Psalm of quiet praise but of resounding praise.  Joyful spirits and uplifted voices.  Instruments of praise and meeting God where He is….in His sanctuary of praise.  Our grateful hearts should precede our prayers in reverent, yet joyful exclamation of His righteousness, mercy, provision and grace.  Recall the words of sadly forgotten hymn, “How Great Thou Art”…..O Lord, my God, when I in awesome wonder, consider all the works Thy hands have made.  I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder, Thy power throughout the universe displayed.  And when I think, of God, His son not sparing, sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in;  That on that cross, my burden gladly bearing He bled and died to take away my sin. When Christ shall come with shout of acclamation and take me home, what joy shall fill my heart!  Then I shall bow with humble adoration and then PROCLAIM, “MY GOD HOW GREAT THOU ART!!!”
May your tables be full, your hearts be warm, and your souls sing praise for the bounty we have been given.  For even those who have nothing have everything in eternal life!