Happy Thanksgiving- oh the blasphemy!

I was thinking today as I was wishing various people "Happy Thanksgiving" how it really was a wonder that no one got upset with me for saying it and me wishing them that didn't bother them. It was simply amazing that I could share my sentiments regarding a religious holiday founded on God without being told I must call it something more politically correct. I can just see it now, mobs of people raving that Thanksgiving has to be deemed Harvest Day and if you don't say Happy Harvest Day to someone, you are not being politically correct. 

I find it amazing that it is not ok in our society to tell people Merry Christmas, but we can wish them a Happy Thanksgiving. Do they even realize what Thanksgiving is? Yeah Christmas may be when we celebrate the birth of Christ, but Thanksgiving is a day of giving thanks to God. The pilgrims who came to this new world came here for religious freedom, so they could be free to serve God and worship Him in a new land without having to adhere to rules of the church in England. The day they celebrated Thanksgiving was a time for them to come together and give thanks to God for everything He had provided for them in this new land- including shelter, food, and new friends. And most of all to give Him thanks for the new freedom they had to worship God in this new land. 

So really it is such a wonder no one gets offended when I wish them "Happy Thanksgiving".  I don't think they really realize the true meaning behind the day, and well most people don't realize the true meaning behind Christmas so why should it be wrong for me to say Merry Christmas? "As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord " and not be politically correct. That last part I added  myself =) I will tell you Happy Thanksgiving, Merry Christmas, Happy Valentine's Day (even if you don't believe in love), and Happy Easter. And really how come no one is offended by someone saying Happy Easter either? This world is so messed up... Just my thoughts on the subject

The God of Angel Armies

I have been struggling financially with school for a while and I finally found out today that my prayers were answered, because my school was going to work with me and I will be able to attend next semester. I can't tell you how grateful I am to the Lord who is always by my side. The song "The God of Angel Armies" playing on the radio recently has really been helping me get through this tough time and so I wanted to write a poem about it.

The God of Angel Armies

In this life I get so confused,

Turned around and I am distraught,

About which path I should choose.

This one looks smooth going, but there may be a mountain around that bend.

That one looks rough, 

But it may be leading to a valley at the end.

Which way do I turn...where do I go?

I feel so alone and so rejected.

Lord, where are You and why don't You show?

And so I hang my head in despair

For I feel as if alone I really am...

How can God be truly there?

I didn't realize I kept looking for the loud,

The thunder, the lightening and for His power abundant to show

All mighty and proud.

But it's not in the loud that He is found.

Rather, the still small voice.

And in the quiet I finally hear that glorious sound.

Like an internal voice, deep within my soul

He calls out to me gently and softly

Reassuring me of His presence and promising to make me whole. 

I am beat down on every side,

My adversaries are so many.

I feel like I want to run and hide.

Arrows thrown at me right and left

Lies are flung, deception is tossed

This stealing of my joy is no more than theft. 

But alas the arrows are not allowed to pierce

For the Light of Truth has sent His angels

To guard me and they are mighty and fierce.

They catch the lies and throw away the deception.

They struggle for my joy on my behalf.

They fight for me because God and I have a connection.

The connecting piece to me and God is the Savior of the earth

Jesus Christ, the Prince of Peace,

Who came for me by way of a virgin birth.

He fought for me, to cleanse my sin

By hanging on a cross

And as He committed Himself to death- to eternal life I am allowed to enter in.

So crazy as this life may get and as hard as it may be

I should never ever forget

That I serve the God of angel armies who are always watching over me.

Purchased with His blood,

Made true by His resurrected life.

His grace and mercy wash over me like a flood.

That's the God I serve-

The one whom I call Lord

And I can trust in Him even though I don't know what's beyond that curve.