Our Post-Thanksgiving Day

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The dramatis personae of Godzilla vs. Megalon take  a curtain call. Left to Right, Jet Jaguar, Godzilla, Gigan, and Megalon. Absent: Dame Judith Anderson.

This is the day Patty and I have our turkey, relax, and watch Godzilla vs. Megalon. This treasure of cinematic art is completely devoid of serious thought, ideal for flushing the brain. The brain is like an outboard motor; it needs to be flushed from time to time.

Maybe I shouldn’t have said that. Someone stole my outboard motor, once.

There is a good reason why this film has been called “The Gone With the Wind of movies featuring rubber monster suits,” but I can’t remember what that reason is.

‘We Gather Together’ (Take 2)

I hope no one minds another take on my favorite Thanksgiving hymn, We Gather Together. I couldn’t resist the background sets: the Lord does beautiful work, doesn’t He? First published in Holland in 1597, sung here by the Joslin Grove Choral Society. I remember singing this in school. I’d rather not know what they’re singing there now.

We’re Back [Sigh of Relief]

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Just checking in to let you know we’re back, safe and sound. Although at first the car wouldn’t start today. Then it did. Then we wondered what we’d do if it wouldn’t start when it was time for us to go home. My brother is pretty good with cars. But happily my car started just fine.

The Garden State Parkway was on its best behavior today. The only problem we had was, someone kept moving the sun so it was always right in our eyes. This can be disconcerting at high speeds. If we’d left half an hour earlier, it wouldn’t have been a problem. But we were having such a nice time at Alice’s, and everybody was so happy–so, yeah, we were half an hour late.

Thank you for your prayers. This trip can be pretty scary sometimes, but this time wasn’t one of them.

A Thanksgiving Prank

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This was many years ago, when my folks still lived in town, everyone was still alive, and we had Thanksgiving dinner over their house.

When Patty and I arrived, the family was gathered in the cellar, and on our way downstairs–my mother hadn’t seen me in a week or two–I stopped in the sitting room and picked up two throw pillows. I stuffed one under my shirt and the other into the seat of my pants.

We marched down the stairs, and when my mother looked up and first laid eyes on me… she screamed. “OMG! Oh! Oh!” She was appalled, couldn’t get the words out. How could I have gotten so corpulent, so soon?

Everybody else laughed themselves silly, and my mother was vastly relieved when I removed the two pillows.

Meanwhile, as you read this, we’re probably sitting down for dinner with my brother and sister. Pray we get home all right!

Fun times, those were. How I miss them. We are profoundly thankful for the wonderful family that God gave us.

‘Thanks Be to God’ (2001)

As you read this, Patty and I are on our way to Thanksgiving dinner with my brother and sister, and trying to stay alive on the Parkway. I appreciate your prayers to help us get there and back without any distressing incidents.

Mark Rushdoony wrote and published this piece in 2001, Thanks Be to God.

https://chalcedon.edu/magazine/thanks-be-to-god

“The more we recognize what God does for us,” he said, “the more we see who God is.”

The Bible tells us of many ways and occasions of giving thanks to God. Importantly, thanksgiving to God ought to be a matter of personal gratitude. Personal. We are persons because God is a person, and He made us in His image.

We can start with thanking Him for that!

By Request, ‘We Gather Together’

Requested by Joshua, We Gather Together, sung a capella by GLAD.

For me this is the Thanksgiving hymn. We sang it in Sunday school. We even sang it in public school: it was before “educators” and “judges” figured out what harm it does children to believe in God. I put quotes around those words on purpose. Shame on us for letting them impose their will on us.

 

Getting There Without Getting Killed

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We almost had a collision, just now, going to pick up our laundry. Some clown ran the red light just as we were making our turn onto Amboy Avenue, and it was a mighty close shave. Patty was driving. Her hands are still shaking.

Our town today is swamped with traffic, people leaning on their horns and getting more and more steamed with every passing minute. I was going to gas up for our trip tomorrow, but all the excitement drove it right out of my head and I didn’t remember it until we got home. I hope the neighborhood gas station is open tomorrow morning.

Please pray for us to get there and back in one piece.

Note: I have chosen not to write about any of the college nincompoops denouncing Thanksgiving and saying we all ought to be mourning the creation of that racist hellhole, the United States of America. They are ungrateful. Being born here, and living here, is a blessing. No two ways about it. Thank God for His blessings on our country, and praise Him for every good thing.

‘Oh, Boy! How to Politicize Your Thanksgiving’ (2015)

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Liberals can’t enjoy themselves unless they’re ruining someone else’s enjoyment.

Remember this? In 2015 the Democrat National Committee actually came out with an online kit to equip leftists to browbeat their families on Thanksgiving.

Oh, Boy! How to Politicize Your Thanksgiving!

This was all you needed, supposedly, to make the Republicans in your family leave the table and go off to their rooms to sulk. And you would want to do that because ______?

Because you’re a lib, of course, and that’s the sort of thing you do.

‘Come Ye Thankful People, Come’

I wish I knew who’s singing this, so I could tell you, but that information wasn’t available to me. Come Ye Thankful People, Come–we wouldn’t want to go into Thanksgiving without it.

‘Now Thank We All Our God’

Please feel free, everybody, to request Thanksgiving hymns (or any hymns at all, really). This is the choir at First Plymouth Church in Lincoln, Nebraska, singing Now Thank We All Our God. This classic Thanksgiving hymn goes back a ways: written in 1636, music composed and published in 1647.