Thanksgiving for the Saints
“Therefore, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses … let us run with perseverance the race that is set before us 2 looking to Jesus the pioneer and perfecter of our faith …” – Hebrews 12:1-2
We will remember the Saints in our lives, on All Saints Sunday, November 1st. Please see the article in this “Partner” that offers more detail about this most special day. All Saints is a most fitting way to begin the Thanksgiving season. As we remember the Saints, now in their heavenly home, who have blessed us so immeasurably and helped make us who we are, we are reminded of the abundance of blessing over our lifetimes for which we are so very thankful.
I’ve listed here some Saints who stand out as vessels of God’s blessing for me. Who makes your list?
My big sister and my first role model was at the same time brilliant and beautiful, exuding Grace. She loved to laugh! I found her in the crowd at my high school basketball games, shaking her fist and mouthing the words, “I’ll beat your face”, making me laugh. She gave the best advice, caring and honest. Linda was fun, and my favorite company for watching the O’s, Terps, and Ravens!
Dave was one of my first coaches and a leader in my Dad’s Youth Ministry. His pure kindness and limitless love for everybody was founded upon his steady and Rock-solid Faith. It was so cool how Dave always made your day better! Dave is the man I wanted to be when I grew up.
Rev. Vernon Dobson
Rev. Dobson pastored one of the largest African American churches in Baltimore. My Dad met Rev. Dobson though the Fellowship of Christian Athletes and he became one of my Dad’s leading supporters. We often attended his church, and when I went to Seminary, his church generously supported my training. During seminary, Rev. Dobson invited me to join him in leading worship when I was home for the summer and holidays. The church he led was a pillar of its community, acting out in service, Monday through Saturday, the Gospel that was preached on Sunday!
Dee and Bob Anderson, my wife Donna’s parents
Mr. Anderson, pensive and calm, is driving us all to dinner, while his delightful and spirited wife, Mrs. Anderson, badgers him with a constant, monologuing litany of comments, ideas, and criticisms one after the other. After 10 minutes of this, he finally blurts out, “OK, that’s enough!” Donna’s mom turns around to Donna and me in the back seat, with her beautiful smile and eyes wide-open, like the cat that just swallowed the canary, mouthing an inaudible “Ooooh”. My wife is such a wonderful mix of both her thoughtful, enterprising dad and her hilarious, spit-fire mom!
By the Saints in my life, I am so richly blessed, and for all my blessings, I am so very thankful.
Blessed All Saints, and Happy Thanksgiving!