Last Thanksgiving I laid my dad to rest. Well actually, God did that. He’s the Giver and Taker of life. I simply committed his body to the ground. But as the anniversary of his death has crept up on me these past few weeks, my mind has whisked me back through a Thanksgiving Parade of memories. Perhaps insipid to others, but intensely personal to me, I’ve enjoyed these precious moments of reflection that jostle my emotions all over the psychological spectrum.

To continue our new tradition, see the passages below in view of Thanksgiving. I would encourage you to read the brief passage with your family, jot down a few notes, write down any questions you…