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Behind the Grindstone: A Month of Thanksgiving


By Bill Bunting

November 15, 2023

As I look at the month of November, I realize it is a month of thanksgiving. We start the month with Veterans Day, a time to be thankful for those who served in our nation’s armed forces. Some were drafted, some joined, some gave their lives, some suffered physically and mentally the rest of their lives, some saw no combat yet each one gave. Gave so America could remain free. We may not all agree with the policies of our nation, but we can all be thankful for those who answered the call to serve.

We finish the month with Thanksgiving Day. A day set aside for giving thanks. We all have something to be thankful for. My mom had a saying she used right often, “I complained because I had no shoes, until I met a man who had no feet.” Now, ‘Ole Cheryl and I believing in creation naturally give thanks to the Creator. As I gaze at the stars at night here on the prairie, stretching from horizon to horizon, I see evidence of a Creator. As I watch the sun come up every morning and set every night, I see evidence of a Creator. So, when we sit down to a Thanksgiving dinner and gaze upon that old turkey we give thanks to our Creator. Now I realize that there is the possibility that there are those who are reading this that may not believe the same as ‘Ole Cheryl and I but, if you believe in evolution or the big bang theory you can still be thankful. You can thank your “lucky stars” that they all happened to fall into the right place so we can enjoy them at night and that our favorite star, the sun, is at the exact right distance to warm our hides but not roast our buns. Or you can be thankful that the one-celled amoebae had the intestinal fortitude to crawl out of the warmth of the primeval swamp and the knowledge of how to begin the process of evolution. You can be thankful that these little critters had the will power to continue this journey for 800 million years. And as you sit down to the traditional Thanksgiving dinner and gaze upon that turkey on the platter, you can once again be thankful that every time that little amoebae critter came to a fork in the trail, he had the wisdom to split and take both forks. Otherwise, we all might be turkeys.

At least, that’s the view here from behind the grindstone.

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