As Thanksgiving approaches, I have been reflecting on the things I am thankful for, and even though it is a stressful time for me, I know that I have so much more than so many people in the word.
My heart goes out to the refugees as they flee from oppression and hate and are met with more hate in the places that they are fleeing to.
There are of course people who want us to turn on each other. Who want us to hate each other. Who want us to cast those who are different aside. Who want us to go about our daily lives in fear.
We are so fortunate to worship where or how we choose. Whether it is in a country church, a city mosque, a neighborhood synagogue, or in the quiet of a forest. We are also free to not worship if that is what we choose.
As I look around me and think of the season of giving that is upon us, I will look for ways I can help people. It may be as little as giving up my seat on the shuttle bus yesterday to someone who needed to sit more than I did. It may be adding a healthy food to a food drive barrel. It may be as small as a smile, because we never know when a smile may be just what someone needs.
There are so many things, both little and large, we can do to help others.
Yes, we are coming up to a season of giving, a time for helping, but shouldn't that season extend throughout the year. A time for helping is now. A time for helping is always.