Dear Friends,
When I lived in Ashland, VA, I
celebrated Holy Eucharist once a month in the women’s section of the city
jail. During those services, when we got
to the Prayers of the People, I invited the women to offer aloud their own
petitions, and they always had a lot to say.
“For the special needs and concerns of
this congregation,” I would prompt, and fervent prayer would rise from all
corners of the room.
“We thank you for all the blessings of
this life,” I would continue…and again prayer would break out all over the
room: Thank you that I woke up this
morning. Thank you for the gift of a new
day. Thank you that I am recovering from
my addiction. Thank you for my
mother. Thank you… Thank you…
Thank you…
By so many measures, those women had nothing. They were incarcerated, wearing ill-fitting
clothes, crammed together with strangers, enduring loneliness and uncertainty,
undergoing punishment. They were
separated from family and friends. And
yet, when given a chance to name the blessings of their lives and to give God
thanks for them, they could not stop talking.
The most grateful people I have ever met
were those women incarcerated in the Richmond City Jail. They taught me a lot about perspective and
privilege and giving thanks to God always
and everywhere, as we pray every Sunday in the Eucharistic Prayer.
As we celebrate Thanksgiving this week,
let us indeed thank God for all the blessings of our lives. I pray that our lists are long… and loud… and an inspiration to those around
us.
Blessings to each of you, this
Thanksgiving and always.
Anne+