Ending the Stealing of Thanksgiving: A Parable

So there once was this Farmer.

Yeah, he could have been an electrician, a mechanic, a vet — and a story like this could have easily been about a salesman, a mother, a nurse, a teacher, a trucker because we’re all kin with stories that are kind of the same and we’re all the same kind of different.

So, yeah, there once was this Farmer — and the guy knew dirt.

He had dirt.

There’s not one of us that doesn’t.

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When he found out that this is the way it goes — that he had to work out his own salvation – he stood on the edge of the field and looked across it like a man trying to find his way.

He could rest in it: You don’t work for your salvation, like you have to earn it — but you have to work out your salvation, like you have to turn over the earth, like you have to work dirt.

He’d work out his salvation like he’d work out in the fields – turning over the earth, turning up his open his hands. He tied on his beat-up steel toed boots. He pulled on his bent up John-Deere cap. He did this and went out every day. He broke up hard ground.

He plowed. The sun beat down. He believed in seeds. He believed the small things would yield. He said thank you a thousand times, the earth breaking up slow under the steely glint of the mirrored edge of the furrow.

The bills stacked on his desk. The dog died. One of his boys rebelled like he was part mule, part rattler. The kick and the sting of the whole thing just about killed him. He plowed anyways, his lips chapped and burning under the sun, murming his brazen thanks.

His wife held him in the dark. He clung to prayers.

He was tempted, but he didn’t get in the pickup and head west in his own cloud of rebellious dust. He was brave and he stayed everyday. He went out and did his work and he gave thanks when it made no sense because his God knows no bounds. God had to be in the hard, so he’d give thanks in the hurt – that he hadn’t been left alone, had never been left alone.

When the corn came up, a late frost killed every stalk. He planted again. He counted blessings and let thanksgiving be planted deep in him. He opened his hands. He received what God gave – and he gave thanks. His eyes opened and he got joy.

When the beans started to pod up, an army of aphids ate the crop. He plowed them down. He bowed his head and plowed his field and murmured thanks in sheer defiance of everything in him and around him that said this finally proved God wasn’t good. He opened his hands. He received what God gave – and he gave thanks. His heart opened and he got joy.

When the wheat was right ripe, a hail storm laid it flat and rain came down hard and made the kernels mold, and the Farmer brushed away whatever was falling down his cheeks and he turned over his hands and he gave audacious thanks as a subversive act against the dark that tortured him to scoff at God.

He opened his hands. He received what God gave – and he gave thanks. His life opened – and he got joy.

He’d let himself be broken up like a field. He let himself be made soft and open. He’d let himself be tilled til there was harvest.

His wife held him in the dark.

And he lay there in black and whispered how he could still see: Thanksgiving to God is the only thing that heals our view of the world.

She could hardly wrap her arms around him, his heart had grown so large. She could see how he kept going, how he kept seeing to keep going: Without thanksgiving, the world distorts.

He held her hand every morning before he went out to work out his salvation, before he went out to work his field his life. He would pull her close and whisper what they could not forget: The one thing we must pray to be great at is thanksgiving — because it’s the one thing that makes God great in our lives.

They were simple people, but they knew it because they had lived it:

No matter what the headlines shout, the world only has two stories: bless God or curse God.
No matter what the world tries to sell, we all only get to choose from two shelves: Give God thanks or Give God the door.
No matter what we’re facing, there are always only two roads: thanksgiving to God or dismissing of God.

They were simple people but they had decided – they would let not hard times steal their thanksgiving.
They would not let hard sells steal their thanksgiving.
They would not let hard knocks steal their thanksgiving.

Because the people living plain and down to earth knew it— if you let something steal your thanksgiving, you let something steal your joy, and if you let something steal your joy, you let something steal your strength.

The Farmer and his wife would let nothing steal their thanksgiving to God – so that in everything they could stand strong in God.

Simple people – keeping it simple. Sometimes they would pull each other closer in the dark and laugh quiet and brave, and she could feel the smile in them: we will give thanks to God not because of how we feel, but because of who He is.

No disaster, no storm, no cancellation, no termination, no catastrophe would stop them from giving thanks. Because the Farmer and his wife knew it:

No matter where they were, every thanksgiving always brought them home —-

giving thanks always bringing you home to the heart of God.

 

 

 

Join us? And happily change everything by keeping your own crazy list of One Thousand Gifts? Dare you to Joy! Take the dare to Fully Live!
1. Grab this month’s Free JOY DARE Calendar with 3 daily prompts to go on a scavenger hunt for God’ gifts … {or write down any gifts you choose. Use the free app.} 2. Count 3 gifts a  day and you have over #1000gifts in 2013. Jot them down in the new numbered One Thousand Gifts devotional journalThe Farmer’s writing in his with a red pen and daily – the numbers in the journal already there! Motivating… 3. Share your gifts everyday in our beautiful Facebook community to enter everyday for the monthly $100 Amazon draw (or link to your blog post with your list of gifts). 4. Count #1000gifts in 2013 and enter to win a Nikon DSLR camera with lens. Slow Down. Savor Life. Give thanks. Believing something is one thing. But the Best only comes when you decide to Be Living it. Please, jump in, make your life about giving thanks to God! — Just add the direct URL to your specific 1000 gift list post… and if you join us, we humbly ask that you please help us find each other in our refrain of thanks by sharing the community’s graphic within your post.

Give thanks to the Lord! His Love Endures Forever!

 

My own story of letting nothing steal thanksgiving, so nothing steals my joy, so nothing steals my strength:

 One Thousand Gifts:A Dare to Live Fully Right Where You Are

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