Wednesday, November 26, 2008
(A story by Charles Swindoll in his book, The Finishing Touch)
I will never forget that Thanksgiving.
I will never forget standing erect in my classroom, my hand over my heart, as I repeated the Pledge of Allegiance to our flag.Our nation was at war and times were hard.My teacher has lost her husband on the bloodwashed shores of
At that moment in my young life I fell in love with Thanksgiving.
Lost in sympathy and a boy’s pity for his teacher. I walked home very slowly that afternoon. Although only a child, I had profound feelings of gratitude for my country…my friends…my school…my church…my family. I swore before God that I would fight to the end to keep this land free from foes who would want to take away
Thanksgiving…mark it well. It is a day of eminence, a day of memories, a day of commitment. May it not be eclipsed behind the shadows of our national aches nor beneath the passing pain of personal hardship.
May we all, indeed, give thanks.
3 comments:
This week Blogland has been filled with reminders of Thanksgiving, but none more sweet than this one.
I tried to write you back the other day but the connection messed up at my Mom's house.
Hope you had a blessed Thanksgiving!
That's so neat you went to ACC. My husband and I went to the football game Saturday. ACU had their first loss of the season. It was a good game.
For the book reviews, I do them with a friend on her blog. I just do them after I read a book. How do you get to review for Thomas Nelson? I'd love to do that!
I tried to write you back the other day but the connection messed up at my Mom's house.
Hope you had a blessed Thanksgiving!
That's so neat you went to ACC. My husband and I went to the football game Saturday. ACU had their first loss of the season. It was a good game.
For the book reviews, I do them with a friend on her blog. I just do them after I read a book. How do you get to review for Thomas Nelson? I'd love to do that!
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