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Shakirin…

Posted in Where Angels Perch with tags on November 23, 2015 by rodzink

Shakirin….Thankful… Ābhārī… we have so much for which to be  thankful… That our team won on Saturday… our car repair was less than we feared… the dinner out last night was delicious….we got a seat without a reservation…

Grateful…. grateful is different.  Gratefulness requires looking back at where we were…or seeing the mishap we’ve managed to miss…. So…. this holiday…..

I am Grateful that I’m in a home…with standing walls… heat…potable water… a full pantry…warm clothes. I’m grateful my kids have bedrooms and books…and education… and as the temperature drops this winter.. I’m not concerned about keeping my kids warm… healthy.

I am Grateful that I’m not handing my child… to his mother as she steps into a questionably safe vessel… about to set out across a frightening sea….uncertain where the current will carry them…uncertain if this is the last time I will look into their faces….

I am Grateful… my kids have a future… my wife is safe… that kids can worship God… love those that worship differently… grateful my boys will not grow up and die on the streets of their own community by an aggressive zealot…  and my daughter… I can’t even go there.

I am Grateful… my country will argue…debate….elect a leader from another party.. and everyone will grumble.. and live to repeat the same steps.. in four years.

I am Grateful… my family isn’t trudging forward in a million-man march…carrying our kids…our belongings…. hoping to find refuge….acceptance…. peace… somewhere….anywhere… other than where we’ve been….

I’m Grateful for this country.. for the freedom she provides.. for the security she has ensured… the opportunities available… the diversity…the democracy… for the people I call my family…my friends…my neighbors…

I am Grateful I can read the Bible… the Torah… Quran… or nothing at all.  I can choose whether to love… diet…convert…sing…dance… pray… vote… be silent…or speak out… friend….unfriend… extend a hand… or clenched fist….. And fear not for any of these decisions.

I’m Grateful…. that God, in Heaven… is  in control…somehow, in His infinite wisdom.. He looks down on the world…hears their prayers in a thousand languages….knows their hearts in one voice… that we were created of a single soul…and He loves us all… man…woman…child… Christian….Jew… Hindu…Muslim…. unbeliever… sinner….saint.

I am Grateful…. truly grateful…. that my God chose… for whatever reason…. to grant me this life…in this place…with such trivial obstacles…far, far from a world that is collapsing… crumbling down with bombs from a dark night… I’m not huddled in my basement with crying children… praying that the noise….the explosions…the gunfire… the heartless voices outside find another target… ……..kids….just….like….mine…

 

 

 

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