Chris Beebout Assignment 14

     Thanksgiving—as in the holiday itself—has never really done much for me. The food is nice. The break is wonderful. The Steam sales are GLORIOUS.

     But, you know, there's something that just feels WRONG this time of year.

     Because "thanksgiving" itself requires much from us. Who am I, that I should be born into a stable home in a free country? Who am I, that I should have a healthy body that allows me to experience the fullness of life while others are left lying in the dust? Who am I, that the laws of physics and biology should work in tandem to allow my lungs to take in air and fuel my consciousness?

     Who am I, that I should be capable of possessing faith in the Lord of the universe, or that He should honor His bargain with me at all?

     True thanksgiving is humility. There's no reason why we should have anything we have. We work, sure. But there are always others who work far harder for far less. When looking at life through the lens of undeservedness, of everything being a gift, life gets a lot more beautiful. Scary, but beautiful.