Thanksgiving is Greater than Black-pilling

Too often we dwell on the dark moments of our lives. We are told this is just an autonomic response that takes place for our survival.

In accordance with the naturalism model, it seems odd that we have re-categorized threats that will not take our life, as threats worthy of the freeze, flight, and fight threats. Rapid heart rate, paralyzing moments, and reactionary fighting, driven by fear, fill many of our lives so much that we look to pharma and psychotherapy for the answers. Given that most of us are hardly ever in a true freeze, flight, and fight state of being, because we have our basic needs met, it is mind-boggling that we are saying we have actual threats to our existence, when they are merely stressful and challenging obstacles in our lives.

It seems we ought to be thankful to God for our lives, even if we are confronted daily with death through starvation, plagues, predators, and exposure.

Why?

This was a reality for the early church, our frontier cousins of the 19th century, and even most people on the planet today.

A life of thanksgiving should pour from our existence.

Especially if we have food, clothes, a roof over our head, and indoor plumbing, and we merely encounter friction on our way to and from work and home, and in the relationships in both places.

And yet we find ourselves filled with fear, and negativity, possibly even more than our ancestors that harvested from the wild-lands of yesteryear.

Is it odd to you?

It seems odd to me.

Even Christians succumb to their fallen nature of fearing the world and man instead of God. Even the Christian praises God, and then turns the corner, and is deceived again by the evil one, brought to despair in the midst of so much good fortune.

We have a roof over our head, running water (don't even get me started on the incredible blessing of indoor plumbing), vehicles to travel around the globe in the smallest spans of time, technology that can give us news of our friends and foes at the blink of an eye, and closets filled with clothes that we could drown in before the elements ever left us exposed.

It seems that both our sin nature and the deceiver's false narratives are harmonizing a tune that carry us away into chaos and confusion, losing sight of God’s gifts and glory that provide wisdom, truth, a way, and a life that ought to be filled with thanksgiving.

In this lost state, most of humanity begins to build narratives and stories that try to solidify the mire of deception and the sin that is quicksand. Stories that pile myth upon myth so high that it tries to tower above the hopelessness of the pit, only to find it has fallen once again into the wind and waves of every new teaching–a teaching that is only new on its face, yet strangely familiar to the story weaved by a snake in a garden about knowledge of good and evil and being like God. None of which is True, and all of which will only rebuild itself again and again, while simultaneously being swallowed up in itself because there is no foundation from which it can stand.

This is a life without Thanksgiving.

A life without the Lordship of Christ.

A life without hope, joy, and love.

This is not to say bad things don't exist, and we shouldn't be shrewd.

It is often that our shrewdness and discerning of the times, is really just a shroud of darkness, covering the sin of misplaced fear.

Instead, we ought to spend a majority of our waking moments thanking and praising the Triune God. The God that gives us gifts for which we can all be thankful for, and in this thankfulness, we will be constantly reminded of His presence and glory.

A life of Thanksgiving, will prove that even in the midst of the darkness there is a light. The light is not us, but Him. He provides a foundation. He provides Truth. He eliminates confusion.

In Him we are found, and the scales do not come back found wanting, but overflowing. He is worthy of worship, and the only way to eliminate our fears, sin nature, and the deceptions from the evil one.