Summary: A thanksgiving devotional/sermon that focuses on celebrating well and giving God glory while doing it. Focuses on David, Solomon, and Ezra.
A TURKEY’S PERSPECTIVE
INTRODUCTION... A Turkey’s Perspective (http://www.wrensworld.com/turkyperspective.htm)
When I was a young turkey, new to the coop, My big brother Mike took me out on the stoop
Then he sat me down, and he spoke real slow, And he told me there was something that I had to know;
His look and his tone I will always remember,When he told me of the horrors of..... Black November;
"Come about August, now listen to me, Each day you’ll get six meals instead of just three
"And soon you’ll be thick, where once you were thin, and you’ll grow a big rubbery thing under your chin;
"And then one morning, when you’re warm in your bed, In’ll burst the farmer’s wife, and hack off your head;
"Then she’ll pluck out all your feathers so you’re bald ’n pink, And scoop out all your insides and leave ya lyin’ in the sink;
"And then comes the worst part" he said not bluffing, "She’ll spread your cheeks and pack your rear with stuffing.
"Well, the rest of his words were too grim to repeat, and I sat on the stoop like a winged piece of meat.
I decided on the spot that to avoid being cooked, I’d have to lay low and remain overlooked;
I began a new diet of nuts and granola, High-roughage salads, juice and diet cola;
And as they ate pastries, chocolates and crepes, I stayed in my room doing Jane Fonda tapes;
I maintained my weight of two pounds and a half, And tried not to notice when the bigger birds laughed;
But ’twas I who was laughing, under my breath, As they chomped and they chewed, ever closer to death;
And sure enough when Black November rolled around, I was the last turkey left in the entire compound;
So now I’m a pet in the farmer’s wife’s lap; I haven’t a worry, so I eat and I nap;
She held me today, while sewing and humming, And smiled at me and said
"Christmas is coming..."
I suppose that is Thanksgiving from one turkey’s perspective. I can understand why the turkeys themselves
might term it Black November because they are facing their death. I think the turkey industry terms it "Black November" as well because that’s when they make their profits and their finances go from the red to the black. I would like to reflect a moment on the turkey’s perspective of Thanksgiving. I am not thinking of the turkey in the farmyard, but the turkey that will be sitting on your table... ready to be devoured. What will that turkey see on Thanksgiving? What will the atmosphere be that this turkey will experience?
It is my hope and prayer that the turkey on your table sees a celebration. It is my hope and prayer that the turkey on your table sees an old fashioned party. It is my hope and prayer that the turkey on your table sees a celebration that thanks God for His goodness and mercy. It is my hope that you have a wonderful festive time with your family and friends.
I want to share some passages with you this evening because I think that we have lost our ability to really celebrate. Maybe we think its not godly to celebrate... I am not sure. Maybe we think that parties always involve sin and so they are bad. I want you to know that God loves it when we celebrate and we give Him the glory.