Today, all people throughout the United States and most American citizens in foreign lands pause, on what is arguably our last remaining national religious holiday, to give thanks for the blessings we have received as a nation and as individuals.
The Christian and indeed all people of faith, give praise and thanks to Almighty God.
(To whom all other people of goodwill give thanks is known only to themselves.)
Many of us are familiar with the commonly held story of the origins of the “First Thanksgiving.”
Fewer are aware that such celebrations did not become a national holiday until 1863 by executive proclamation by President Abraham Lincoln, with a plea for the restoration of unity for a country in the midst of a brutal civil war.
Even fewer are aware that this proclamation was the culmination of efforts of a single person, Mrs. Sarah Josepha Hale. Born in New Hampsire in 1788, to a Revolutionary War veteran, she received her education at home, as such opportunities were not available to women at that time. Nevertheless, in time she became a noted poet, author, and editor of the most widely circulated magazine in America. She is the one who penned the nursery rhyme, “Mary Had a Little Lamb.”
Now I shall quote from the source of all knowledge, Wikipedia.
“Hale may be the individual most responsible for making Thanksgiving a national holiday in the United States; it had previously been celebrated mostly in New England. Each state scheduled its own holiday, some as early as October and others as late as January; it was largely unknown in the American South. Her advocacy for the national holiday began in 1846 and lasted 17 years before it was successful.
In support of the proposed national holiday, Hale wrote presidents Zachary Taylor, Millard Fillmore, Franklin Pierce, James Buchanan, and Abraham Lincoln. Her initial letters failed to persuade, but the letter she wrote to Lincoln convinced him to support legislation establishing a national holiday of Thanksgiving in 1863. The new national holiday was considered a unifying day after the stress of the Civil War. Before Thanksgiving’s addition, the only national holidays celebrated in the United States were Washington’s Birthday and Independence Day.
Hale’s efforts earned her the nickname “Mother of Thanksgiving”. Smithsonian Institution National Museum of American History curator of food history, Paula J. Johnson, claims that Hale was “key in bringing together and popularizing the Thanksgiving holiday with the menu featuring turkey and stuffing”.
In her novel Northwood: Or, a Tale of New England, Hale devotes an entire chapter to describing the many dishes of Thanksgiving—roasted turkey, gravy and savory stuffing, chicken pie, pumpkin pie, pickles, cakes and preserves—and to drink ginger beer, currant wine and cider.”
If Sarah Hale’s efforts show us anything, it is that we should never underestimate the lasting effects that one person can have for the benefit of others.
Ten were healed, yet only one came back to give thanks. That is the one we remember.
The one who was healed tells us that Ms. Hale’s efforts are well founded. What nation, what Church worthy of the name, what family, what individual can long stand without gratitude?
The grateful heart cannot be jealous, but rejoices in the gifts of those who surround it.
The grateful family cannot be withdrawn, but celebrates with others its joys and comforts others in their trials.
The grateful parish cannot be isolated, but gives back to God and its neighborhood so much that those around it cannot imagine life without them.
The grateful nation cannot forget God.
