N.B: It’s not often that I have written about my passion for food, but in “chewing” on this amazing holiday and in recently studying Proverbs 9, I could not resist such a mouth-watering post (ok, I’ll stop).
Over the last few days, it’s has begun.
Turkeys have begun their yearly thaw. Brined. Prepped for the big oven. The fryer. The Weber grill. You name it, it’s happening.
Yellowed copies of recipes from yesteryear for Aunt Sue’s stuffing, Grandma Margarett’s cranberry relish, and Mama Jennifer’s apple pie have made their annual trek from the file to the kitchen counter, preparing those in possession of them to cook.
Countless ingredients have been purchased, pantry items restocked, all shouting…
Yes, that’s right. The time when all of America dons on the apron and becomes a master chef. Thanksgiving is that time of year when our inner gourmet, whether galloping or frugal, awakens and we prepare a rich feast for a holiday that echoes the proverbial call of Solomon, where Lady Wisdom personified calls:
Confused about life, don’t know what’s going on?
Come with me, oh come, have dinner with me!
I’ve prepared a wonderful spread—fresh-baked bread,
roast lamb, carefully selected wines (Proverbs 9:4-6).
This is no Taco Bell holiday.
This is a holiday that rings of rich preparation. Of rich understanding. And as we sup tomorrow on turkeys—brined, fried or smoked—and mashed potatoes—with blue cheese, cheddar cheese or no cheese, Wisdom still calls:
Leave your impoverished confusion and live!
Walk up the street to a life with meaning.
This wisdom, that is more precious than rubies, better than the finest gold, is available to all who seek. As we celebrate the Thanksgiving feast this weekend, may each of us remember the wisdom with which God so limitlessly gives to those who ask of it.