One person esteems one day above another; another esteems every day alike. Let each be fully convinced in his own mind. He who observes the day, observes it to the Lord; and he who does not observe the day, to the Lord he does not observe it. (Romans 14:5-6 NKJV)
I’m of the latter type. To me, it seems if you fail to sincerely celebrate the Lord on ordinary days, your special holiday celebrations are an abomination. As I noted yesterday, my prophetic engine is running 24/7, so it’s hard for me to see any day as special, except in terms of ritual. We are commanded to celebrate certain days, and I know they are all connected to the cycles in Creation, so I have no complaint with such things. But I get really tired of hearing prissy nonsense about how your morals are supposed to be different on holidays. It’s a highly objectionable feature of culturally middle-class American holiday celebrations.
On top of that, I know American History all too well to buy into the crap about Pilgrims and Indians, because 1621 was not the real first Thanksgiving. The first formal festal meal took place in the summer two years later. When I taught history in public school, I often ruffled a lot of feathers.
That said, I have no complaints on celebrating the ritual in my own way. We are hosting my son and his family this year, and my beloved literally enjoys the labor of cooking this feast. It’s something for which she is truly gifted and it blesses everyone who eats her food, because she honestly does it heart-led. The only draw-back is that I don’t get to take a long ride, which is what normally happens on Thursdays. I’ll get over it.
So they’ve just come in the door and it’s time to push away from this computer and do something familial.
