It is my underlying belief that when we are thankful, we are thankful to Someone, not Something.
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I tried to imagine that. Giving thanks assumes that the thanker acknowledges a benefit, a favor grated by the thank-ee. What benefit does the universe grant to me? Dark holes? Stars? Galaxies I cannot imagine? Although a particle physicist might disagree, I don't think those things make any difference in my daily life.
While I concede the sun provides heat and light our planet depends upon, the sun didn't determine the placement of earth's orbit.
I can be glad that trees give shade and clean the air and produce medicines. But I can't really attribute my happiness to them.
|A big tree on a hot day; I was grateful.|
I won't thank the potatoes for their sacrifice on thanksgiving Day--that just seems weird.
And thanksgiving isn't self-congratulatory. There are many blessings I haven't created for myself. I didn't create my innate intelligence (no matter its size) , or physical health. While I am responsible to develop my mind, and keep my body in some kind of useful shape, I didn't gift myself with a brain that works pretty well, and a body that usually does what I need it to do.
I do not thank an impersonal Cause, electrical spark in primordial ooze or Big Bang, for the everyday wonders around me.
When the Pilgrims gave thanks nearly 400 years ago, and when I give thanks today, tomorrow, and November 27th, it will be to the God who made it all--me, tree, potato and universe.