As I celebrate Thanksgiving, I notice there’s something missing. My heart longs for a different kind of celebration in a different kind of place. And until I am there, there will always be something missing.
Virtue of Humility
Thinking about my desire to be humble as is Jesus, an image from my teen years came back. My father was sitting at the head of the dinner table, as usual, teaching us life and academic lessons. I was complaining about not being recognized for some “good deed” I thought deserved some reward. Patiently hushing my words, he asked: “Have any of you ever heard of the theory of the invisible pillar?”