Do You Want To Keep The Peace On Thanksgiving?
Norman Rockwell’s version of Thanksgiving does not happen in any family that I know. Unfortunately, holidays are often a time of stress and arguing. This year, as you gobble a turkey leg (pun intended) and squabble with your relatives, you might once again realize that Family Feud isn’t just a game.
Articles say that most people argue about politics and religion on Family Holidays. What does your family disagree on? Do you argue about Trump versus Hilary, Organic food versus conventional food, eastern medicine versus western medicine, or free-range chicken versus free-range children?
Here is something to think about when you get together with your family. There are a lot of gray areas in life that aren’t worth arguing over. I’m not talking about letting someone drive a Maserati on the highway to hell and not trying to stop them.
I’m talking about subjects that are debatable, but not worth a divide.
Most of what separates us are not the heavy issues, but the everyday concerns of life. I’m not saying to compromise the instructions in the Word of God to keep peace. As a matter of fact, the bible tells us to speak the Word in truth. I’m merely suggesting that where the scriptures are silent on an issue, each person must decide how to best live.
If I Were King
As a kid, we would play a game and say, “If I were king,” and then declare what we would do such as “we would eat candy all day,” “close all the schools,” or “have no rules.” Unless, you’ve traced your family tree and found you are the monarch of a lost empire, you don’t have a throne or get to make the rules for how others live their lives.
I was once like the Peanut’s character, Lucy, who had a psychiatry booth where you could get advice like, “Snap out of it, five cents please.”
Lucy also used the booth as a courtroom where she was the judge and once she gave friendly advice for only two-cents. I was much smarter and more opinionated when I was young. I stood my ground on many issues. I knew all the answers about raising children, staying married, and life in general. Fast-forward three decades, I did the best I could raising my children, how in the world, Ron and I, two flawed-selfish humans ever stayed married is a miracle, and I realize that I don’t know nearly as much as I though I did about life.
Growing older certainly has a way of humbling us and making us see the truth about so many things including ourselves.
As we get together this Thanksgiving, might I suggest, if we want peace, that our opinion doesn’t matter as much as we think. As my mother used to say, “Opinions are like noses, everyone has one.” Twenty years from now, we will be a few presidents away, there will be a new health trend, all the children will be grown, and we will all still be related to these people.
Do nothing from selfish ambition or conceit, but in humility count others more significant than yourselves. Philippians 2:3 ESV