Thanksgiving is a holiday I love, largely because I make it my own. It is a time set aside for reminding myself of the things I have in my life that are truly wonderful, a time I need because I spend an inordinate amount of time thinking of what I don’t have or once had and lost.
But I don’t forget the origin of this holiday, or any other I may share in, from a variety of sources. And we do well to remember it collectively. It’s not as if the United States is the only country in the world that would not have what it does without a horrifying history of brutality, cruelty and murder. Most nation-states can say the same. Still, too often we do seem to forget it, perhaps because the people we wiped out are so completely invisible to almost all of us almost all of the time.
Rev. Will McGarvey, a friend and colleague and man of deep conscience posted this picture on his Facebook page. I think it’s worth spreading around on Thanksgiving.