Summary: Did you ever eat your Thanksgiving meal alone? Since the first American Thanksgiving, this has been a SHARED meal. Like Communion...

Cup Full of Thanksgiving

I Corinthians 10:16, 17

Have you ever eaten your Thanksgiving meal alone?

Mary Pierce shared this insight in Focus on the Family Magazine:

The locusts — as my husband affectionately calls our extended family — were on their way to our house for Thanksgiving. We host Thanksgiving every year, gathering together for a time of love and bonding. Every year another culinary disaster looms, threatening to distract us from what really matters.

That year, 22 locusts were headed our way, and the turkey refused to thaw. I spent the morning giving it cold-water baths. (OK, I cheated just a little and gave it a spritz or two of warm water.) Then, trying the nuclear thawing option, I realized it’s impossible to wedge a 20-pound turkey into an 8-pound microwave.

"Why don’t we just eat later?" my rational mate proposed. I shuddered to think of 22 hungry locusts having to wait for dinner, so I hustled to prepare the side dishes: sweet potatoes with marshmallows, green bean casserole, mashed potatoes, scalloped corn — and Jell-O, of course.

The ability to make Jell-O is a gift. I’m not good at Jell-O. I envy women who effortlessly concoct crystalline mounds of jiggling glory. After measuring, heating, stirring and chilling as directed, I held my breath as I turned the plastic mold upside down onto a plate. I gave it a gentle shake, straining to hear, just this once, the satisfying plop of a well-turned Jell-O.

I lifted the mold, and — slurp! shoop! — a shimmering mound landed on the plate. Perfect! For a moment. Then it began to flatten. And flatten. And flatten.

"It’s a Jell-O Frisbee," my husband said.

Shortly thereafter, the last of the locusts arrived as I was basting the buzzard. But a miscalculation shot hot grease all over the oven. The smoke alarm blasted, the teakettle screamed and the potatoes boiled over at the same time. I swished a dish towel under the smoke detector, trying to clear the air while hollering for my husband to find the stepstool and disconnect the battery until the smoke cleared.

In that moment of noise and laughter — the wonderful chaos of family and life — I realized once again what was important. Thanksgiving is not about perfection; it’s about people — people who share the ups and downs of life and still love you.

For 15 Thanksgivings in a row, we’ve been blessed as we’ve gathered to eat, laugh and talk — young, old and in-between, family, friends and foreigners. One year my niece told her then-fiance that part of their marriage "deal" would be coming to our house every Thanksgiving.

Last year they couldn’t come, spending Thanksgiving in neonatal intensive care with their premature son. This year they’ll bring Jonah, robust and healthy, for his first Thanksgiving with the clan.

And we’ll reminisce about past culinary disasters, like the time the stuffing had mystery bits in it. "Are they walnuts? Almonds?" After dinner I noticed a chunk of my rubber scraper was missing. Oops.

Grandma, who remembers yesteryear better than yesterday, will tell us about the time she baked a turkey with the bag of innards still inside.

Jell-O Frisbees. Lumpy gravy. Blackened turkey. No matter — they’re the stuff of laughter and memories. What matters is that we gather together, with gratitude to God for His love and for the blessing of each other.

Thanksgiving is a shared meal!

1 Corinthians 10:16-17

16 Is not the cup of thanksgiving for which we give thanks a participation in the blood of Christ? And is not the bread that we break a participation in the body of Christ?

17 Because there is one loaf, we, who are many, are one body, for we all partake of the one loaf.


Roman Catholic word for communion =

Eucharist = Thanksgiving

Communion is a shared meal.

When I first became a Christian and began to partake of communion, we would celebrate it in a private way, coming to the altar alone, praying alone, partaking alone with no real thought of the rest of the congregation. It was a quiet, introspective, reflective time. Yet as we read God’s Word, there is no time in Scripture when Communion was taken privately! Communion is not just about your private walk with God, all by your lonesome. It is about connecting, before God, with other believers. If we are in fellowship with the Lord, we are in fellowship with one another at the same time.

Real Communion requires Community!

The Cup of Thanksgiving cannot be celebrated in confusion!

At the last meal Jesus would share with His best friends, they had no finished swallowing the bread and juice before there was confusion!

Luke 22:19-27

19 And he took bread, gave thanks and broke it, and gave it to them, saying, "This is my body given for you; do this in remembrance of me."

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