From too much love of living, From hope and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no life lives for ever That dead men rise up never That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea.
Category: thanksgiving
If you think Independence Day is America’s defining holiday, think again. Thanksgiving deserves that title, hands-down.
If you are really thankful, what do you do? You share.
I don’t think any other holiday embraces the food of the Midwest quite like Thanksgiving. There’s roasted meat and mashed potatoes. But being here is also about heritage. Cleveland is really a giant melting pot – not only is my family a melting pot, but so is the city.
The act is unjustifiable that either begs for a blessing, or, having succeeded gives no thanksgiving.
There is one day that is ours. Thanksgiving Day is the one day that is purely American.
Thanksgiving is a season that is very much in accord with the themes and teachings of Jesus Christ.
Over the Thanksgiving holiday I took time to reflect on what is most important to me and realized I need to find a way to put the fun back into racing.
If a fellow isn’t thankful for what he’s got, he isn’t likely to be thankful for what he’s going to get.
For what I have received may the Lord make me truly thankful. And more truly for what I have not received.