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Each and every year, on the third Thursday of the month of November, we celebrate a holiday known as Thanksgiving.  You all pretty well know the story of how the pilgrims and the indians came together for a meal after the landing at Plymouth Rock.  Yet let’s examine this holiday a bit closer.

As Christians, we need to understand that Thanksgiving is not just a holiday once a year, it’s a daily occurrence for us.  We need to approach each and every day with Thanksgiving and Praise, for we are bought at a price, the most precious price:  The Blood of the Sinless Lamb.

Throughout this past month many trials and tribulations have befallen my family and I.  We’ve dealt with sickness, deaths in the family, money problems, and much much more, yet throughout it all we had to remember that God was in control, and that HE would deliver us from whatever trials and tribulations we found ourselves in.

It’s not an easy life, that of a Christian.  In fact Jesus himself said that the world would be set against us, and that it would be family member against family member, father against son, daughter against mother, brother against brother.  I’ve seen this as a fact in my life and the life of my wife.  I praise the Lord each day that HE’s given me such an awesome family in my wife and son, whom are supportive of everything that I do.

I’m thankful for my family, both immediate and extended.  I’m thankful for the talents that the Lord has given to me.  I’m thankful for the friends I have both online and offline that listen, pray, and suffer with me when I’m down and out.  I’m thankful for my pet dog, Amy, who at this moment is snoring at my feet.  I’m even thankful for the flat tire on our car.  But above and beyond everything else, I’m thankful for the Salvation through Jesus Christ.  King of Kings and Lord of Lords.

The Pilgrim’s didn’t leave England because of taxation.  They left because of RELIGIOUS FREEDOM!  They gave thanks to the LORD OF LORDS at that first thanksgiving.  Reivisionist history does nothing but lessen the impact that Christ has had on our world.

Oh.  One last thing:  It’s now okay to play Christmas music in my household.  Before Thanksgiving it is not allowed.  Thanksgiving on, it is.  We will be putting up a Christmas tree.  (Not a holiday tree.)  If you wish me Happy Holidays, I will wish you a Merry Christmas back.  I celebrate this time of year as the birth of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ.  MERRY CHRISTMAS!

I’ve had several people ask me what my favorite song is. Here’s the lyrics. Go buy the CD cause it’s a good one.

“Dry County”
(Bon Jovi. Keep the Faith. 1992)

Across the border they turn
Water into wine
Some say it’s the devil’s blood
They’re squeezing from the vine
Some say it’s a saviour
In these hard and desperate times
For me it helps me to forget
That we’re just born to die

I came here like so many did
To find the better life
To find my piece of easy street
To finally be alive
And I know nothing good comes easy
And all good things take some time
I made my bed I’ll lie in it
To die in it’s the crime

You can’t help but prosper
Where the streets are paved with gold
They say the oil wells ran deeper here
than anybody’s known
I packed up on my wife and kid
And left them back at home

Now there’s nothing in this paydirt
The ghosts are all I know
Now the oil’s gone
The money’s gone
And the jobs are gone
Still we’re hangin’ on

Down in dry county
They’re swimming in the sand
Praying for some holy water
To wash the sins from off our hand
Here in dry county
The promise has run dry
Where nobody cries
And no one’s getting out of here alive

In the blessed name of Jesus
I heard a preacher say
That we are God’s children
And He’d be back someday
And I hoped that he knew
Something as he drank his cup of wine
I didn’t have too good of a feeling
As I head out to the night

I cursed the sky to open
I begged the clouds for rain
I prayed to God for water
For this burning in my veins
It was like my soul’s on fire
And I had to watch the flames
All my dreams went up in ashes
And my future blew away

Now the oil’s gone
And the money’s gone
And the jobs are gone
Still we’re hangin’ on

Down in dry county
They’re swimming in the sand
Praying for some holy water
To wash the sins from off our hand
Here in dry county
The promise has run dry
Where nobody cries
And no one’s getting out of here alive

Men spend their whole lives
Waiting praying for their big reward
But it seems sometimes
The payoff leaves you feeling
Like a dirty whore
If I could choose the way I’ll die
Make it by the gun or knife
‘Cause the other way there’s too much pain
Night after night after night

Down in dry county
They’re swimming in the sand
Praying for some holy water
To wash the sins from off our hand
Here in dry county
The promise has run dry
Where nobody cries
And no one’s getting out of here alive