Setting A Place At The Table

Thanksgiving 2020

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This Thanksgiving will be different from ones in the past.  This Thanksgiving might be the first one that includes the complete absence of friends, family… loved ones.

There will be smaller gatherings and many empty seats.  

There will be empty homes.  And empty hearts.

The turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, and the rest may taste less rich and be less fulfilling because they cannot replace the void that will be continually present on this day.

There will be an absence of voices and of laughter.  

It will be a Thanksgiving with seemingly little to give thanks for – a Thanksgiving of emptiness.  

But, it doesn’t have to be that way.  Not entirely.  

No matter how you celebrate, and with whom, no matter how empty your table, or full, there is still room for one more – one who, if you welcome him, will, in his own way, ease the emptiness, the longing, and the sadness.

This Thanksgiving, open a spot at your table, and in your heart, for Christ Jesus.  

Use this Thanksgiving, one where there will be more time, to make time for Him.

Find the space this Thanksgiving, one will there will be more space, to make room for Him.

Open your hearts, open your spirit, open your lives, completely, to the goodness that Christ brings.  Open it all to the love, to the fulfilling richness and to the fullness of a life with him.  

The joy.  The peace.  The love that Christ shares will then be with you.  

But unlike those that come and go with the holidays, once you open your table and heart to Christ, he will stay.  And you will be richer for it.  

There is always room at our table for Christ.  He always wishes to be part of our lives, but we often forget to invite Him, especially at those times when we seem so full with the companionship of others.

This year will be different.  

Set a place at your table for Christ.

You will be glad you did.

Chronicle of a Comeback (vol. 31) – NYC Marathon Day

It’s been over a month since my last update here…

My running hasn’t been great, but it hasn’t been bad either. I’ve been running about three days a week, usually about 3 miles at a time. It’s basically been a succession of 11-mile weeks. This approach has made sense because I just need to get strong.

About two weeks ago, though, I decided to ramp it up a bit. I want to start building miles and becoming a stronger runner. (I need to do that. “Want” makes it seem like a choice. It isn’t a choice.)

Two weeks ago, I did five miles. That was my longest run in a while.

Last week I did six.

Today is NYC Marathon Day.

I am actually sad about this, today being the day when, if all was normal in the world, they’d be running the New York City Marathon. They are not running the race, of course, and even though I would not be running the race this year because I couldn’t ramp up to the high miles quickly enough, I am still sad that the race isn’t happening.

On the Sundays that I don’t run the marathon (The Marathon, it deserves to be capitalized), I watch it on TV, all day long, and I run along with the elite men (them on the course, me on my treadmill). In the days before the race, I also always visit the Expo at the Jacob Javitz Convention Center in Manhattan. I love to bask in the glory of everything that is the New York City Marathon.

I miss it all.

I am really sad about this today. My heart is empty. It may seem to some to be a silly thing to be sad over, but feeling are feelings and those are my feelings.

Since it was Marathon Day, I decided to push it a bit and I ran seven miles on my treadmill, my longest run since August. I feel great.

I wasn’t fast (73:52), but it was a strong run. I’m building up strength. It’s one day at a time.

The Marathon is now just 366 days away. I really cannot wait for it. I miss it all.

Happy Marathon Day to all.