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    By Jean S. Horner
    The other day while walking down a corridor in a public building, I saw what appeared to be someone walking toward me. On coming closer, I found it was my own reflection in a huge mirror. For a moment it frightened me. Somehow a full-length reflection of one’s self is a startling thing. ...

A Day at a Time: Thanksgiving Feast

By Scott Harrup
Nov. 20, 2011

She is not on the guest list. For that matter, she would not be invited to any respectable social gathering. She is almost a nonperson.

Somehow she gets past the attendant at the door and moves unnoticed to the room where the guests are enjoying dinner. She hesitates, balls up her courage, and then approaches the Man before anyone can stop her.

What she does next brings the dinner to a standstill. Conversations evaporate. The host and the other guests stare, unsure how to react.

She is now kneeling at the Man’s feet. Her weeping echoes in the silence of frozen small talk. Her tears fall freely, a gentle, heart-wrenching dew that mingles with the dirt from His journey and etches His feet with tiny rivulets of sorrow.

But even this abject humility is not enough. Her hair tumbles from her shoulder, and she begins to wipe His feet clean with one handheld tress and then another. She has brought a jar of perfume, and now she begins to anoint His feet. All the while, she kisses the feet she is cleaning and anointing.

The host sits, incensed. In a mental tirade, he rebukes the Man. Doesn’t He realize this woman is a … ?

With an ear attuned even to thoughts, the Man begins to speak. A great Teacher, He is known for His stories. He succinctly paints a picture of forgiveness that touches sins large and small. In the spaces between His sentences, the truth becomes clear — His Father’s forgiveness is always there, always waiting. The woman has discovered that forgiveness, and her gratitude overwhelms her.

There is no turkey and dressing in this story. No sweet potato casserole, cranberry sauce, steaming vegetables or ladled gravy. But nearly 2,000 years ago, a Greek physician and Gospel writer named Luke penned one of the most powerful Thanksgiving stories ever told.

You can read his narrative in Luke 7:36-50. When you do, take a moment to offer a prayer of thanks.

Scott Harrup
Managing Editor

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