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Dorothy Copus Brush
"Random Thoughts"

Thanksgiving more than just food this year

Thanksgiving 2001 was different from other years. Scores of citizens took time to sort through their confused feelings about where they were headed and to reflect on what their priorities should be. For those surrounded by family and friends as they gathered at the table for the annual feast, the prayer of thanksgiving was coupled with the plea to comfort those thousands of broken families grieving the loss of loved ones.

Yes, this Thanksgiving, as none I remember, carried a message that nothing should be taken for granted. Each day is a gift to be cherished and savored.
An article in the Nashville paper reported on a talk given by a retired chaplain to a group of high school seniors last week. He repeated the words of a Thanksgiving hymn.
Now thank we all our God, with hearts and hands and voices,
Who wondrous things has done, in whom this world rejoices:
Who from our mothers' arms has blessed us on our way
With countless gifts of love, and still is ours today.

Then the chaplain explained those words were written by a German pastor who lived during the 17th century. His name was Martin Rinkart and at that time a religious war was raging in Europe. Disease, siege and slaughter went on all around him. Rinkart conducted 50 funerals a day, not unlike the New York clergy today. It has been estimated that he presided over 5,000 funerals in his lifetime. He was the last minister to survive in his little German town. And yet, enveloped in all that horror, he wrote those words of thanksgiving which have endured for centuries.

Thoughts of Sept. 11 were present this Thanksgiving. The tragedy tore away the veneer that hid people's inner thoughts and was replaced with an unexpected openness as people expressed their faith. I thought of a radio show years ago that started the day for many. It was Don McNeill's Breakfast Club and each morning there was a moment of silence for "each in his own way, in his own words" to pray.

All these years later an evil act changed the silence to the spoken word. At Ground Zero, candles were lit to banish the gloom with hope. But the courage shown by workers, volunteers, survivors and broken families burned even brighter. It was, Now thank we all our God, with hearts and hands and voices, in action.

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Dorothy Copus Brush is a Fairfield Glade resident and Crossville Chronicle staffwriter whose column is published each Wednesday.

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