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Thanksgiving Leads to Christmas: A Daybook
Thanksgiving Leads to Christmas: A Daybook
Thanksgiving Leads to Christmas: A Daybook
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Christmas has become a celebration of excess and conspicuous consumption. Frequently overwhelmed, nostalgia becomes the antidote to frantic preparations, endless shopping and huge expense that leaves us bone weary. The sermon title, TLC: Thanksgiving Leads to Christmas, caught Pastor Elaine Eachus imagination and she began to wonder how thankfulness might be the key that unlocks the richness of each day of the Christmas season. Being truly thankful takes time---to appreciate, to look deeply inside, to see myriads of connections coming together for good, to incorporate life changes, and to share these new insights. Living into this dimension is to see with the wide-eyed wonder of a child.
For Eachus, little moments contain the TLC--- a granddaughter coloring a Christmas tree, making candy with a friend, or a father giving his young daughter a copy of Handels Messiah. No matter our age, there is magic and wonder within the Advent season. Eachus invites us on a twenty-eight day journey to discover God-with-us. Accompany her on this trip that can take each of us a lifetime as we look for our unique Christmas heart.
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Release dateSep 24, 2013
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Thanksgiving Leads to Christmas: A Daybook
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Elaine Eachus

Elaine Eachus is a student of life. Currently her classroom is the South Florida COVID-19 environment which has shrunk her access to the physical world. Searching for "something more" she seeks clues to a more generous landscape, greater appreciation of the moment, enjoying others as gifts, not problems to be solved, joining the discipline and privilege of being an entrusted participant in an ever-expanding universe. A wife, mother and grandmother, she has been a public school teacher, elementary school librarian, director of gifted education, a pastor and an interim minister, Eachus seeks to put the pieces of her life into a meaningful whole in the constantly changing blur of life today. She has masters’ degrees in education, library science, divinity, and a doctorate of ministry in preaching. Her passion for gardening provides a canvas to reflect and practice the art of living in these times.

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    Thanksgiving Leads to Christmas - Elaine Eachus

    Thanksgiving Leads to Christmas:

    A Daybook

    Elaine Eachus

    AuthorHouse™ LLC

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    © 2013 Elaine Eachus. All rights reserved.

    No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

    Published by AuthorHouse 09/20/2013

    ISBN: 978-1-4918-1165-8 (sc)

    ISBN: 978-1-4918-1167-2 (e)

    Library of Congress Control Number: 2013915492

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    Thanksgiving Leads to Christmas is for my family, without whom this story is incomplete. I have been loved and learned so much from each of you. To Andy and Tim, our sons, Lyn and Beth, our daughters-in-law, and the six wonders of the world, our grandchildren, Robert, Victoria, Jackson, Ashley, Elizabeth, and Emily, thank you for being in my life.

    This book is also dedicated to my nieces and nephews with whom I share so much history. I have grateful memories of my siblings, Donna, Alice, and James, my parents and in-laws, aunts and uncles, all saints in time now. Your lives are in these pages.

    Special thanks go to my husband, Alan, or Ace as I call him, for unfailing support and encouragement on this long journey. Your help is in every page as I trudged through the process.

    Contents

    Introduction

    Thursday, November 28 Putting Away Grandma’s Dishes

    Friday, November 29 Blue and Purple Blues

    Saturday, November 30 And He Shall Be Called

    Sunday, December 1 TLC: Thanksgiving Leads to Christmas

    Monday, December 2 Something Sweet

    Tuesday, December 3 Prayer for an Advent Morning

    Wednesday, December 4 Elizabeth’s Tree

    Thursday, December 5 Beauty, How Like a Rose, Late Bloomer

    Friday, December 6 St. Nicholas Day

    Saturday, December 7 Annunciation

    Sunday, December 8 TLC: Too Little Currency

    Monday, December 9 Making Truffles

    Tuesday, December 10 Human Rights Day

    Wednesday, December 11 Holiday Traffic

    Thursday, December 12 The Forgiveness Piece

    Friday, December 13 St. Lucia Day

    Saturday, December 14 Edward and the Language of Love

    Sunday, December 15 TLC: The Long-Distance Call

    Monday, December 16 Christmas Cookies

    Tuesday, December 17 Lucy Lemon Bars

    Wednesday, December 18 The Present

    Thursday, December 19 By George

    Friday, December 20 An Evening with the Angels

    Saturday, December 21 Blue Christmas

    Sunday, December 22 TLC: Tangled, Loving Circles

    Monday, December 23 The Sled

    Tuesday, December 24 Long Ago Star

    Wednesday, December 25 Lullaby for Christmas

    Introduction

    A few years ago I decided I wanted to write a story for each of my grandchildren. I wrote about Christmas. As a wife, mother, teacher, pastor, and grandmother, I know that Christmas is a place for love to spill into our hearts and out to nurture us and others in unimagined and mystical ways. Never having known my grandparents, I wrote for the parts in our lives that feel lonely or unnoticed in the frenzy of the season. Through the years and through many Christmases I have discovered that what we think is missing may be discovered as love wrapped in different packaging. I hope that day by day in this Advent season each of us can move toward the place where love blooms full in our hearts.

    Several years before I began this adventure, a dear friend who is my spiritual director, Dr. Martha Bartholomew, encouraged me to start writing seriously. Age and time have wonderful ways of giving answers to the why questions of existence. This is my offering because I may and because I must. Profound thanks to Martha for her inspiration and for her modeling of life as a Follower of the Way.

    I am indebted to Dr. Martha Bartholomew for her unfailing guidance and support, to Dr. Nancy Moore for her constructive and supportive help with the manuscript, to Dr. Paul Stiffler and Elsie Stiffler who have read and offered their accumulated insights, to Louise Brodie who arranged my songs, and to Leonard Farina for proofreading the manuscript. Your help was invaluable as I wove stories of my life with the fantasy of my heart and imagination into my offering of thankfulness.

    My thankfulness continues as the royalties from this book will go to the Back Bay Mission in Biloxi, Mississippi where I have learned thankfulness from those who have suffered much and are so truly grateful.

    There are reminders in Thanksgiving that lead us to deeper reflections of who we are and what we are celebrating. Our families are launching pads to journeys of acceptance and perspectives that can lead us to wonder, delight, and even thankfulness.

    Putting Away Grandma’s Dishes

    I’m compulsive. It’s midnight.

    Thanksgiving needs to be tied up. Otherwise how can Christmas come?

    Extended family left at nine, kids out with friends, napkins and tablecloth now

    Jumbled like kittens looking for the softest spot in the laundry basket.

    Silverware washed, carefully dried, set on the counter,

    Grandma’s Bavarian bone china, with the gold edge and blue cornflowers

    Sits on the dining room table, awaiting the white, quilted plastic coffins

    Where it will rest undisturbed.

    Nine descendants and three strays brought together by happenstance, tradition,

    And loneliness consumed truffle-stuffed turkey and cranberry chipotle chutney,

    And Grandma’s ghost shook her head in dismay as poached pears in cream and kirsch

    Brought down the extravaganza to recall the blessings of simple.

    We love those minutely detailed dishes, but Grandma wouldn’t be happy.

    She would rant about excess on the day to celebrate survival amid adversity,

    So what’s the big deal about her dishes? Portable, easily put away, point to another reality,

    Harboring truths of our DNA etched between diminutive sprays—our deepest reflections match.

    Hurrah for Grandma’s dishes. We didn’t break a one.

    Now zipped up in their cocoons, we have twenty-eight days to prepare

    For the next encounter when truest simplicity breaks into our midst—

    I must plan my attack.

    Preparing for Christmas can feel like a race in many directions. It’s hard to know where to start, much less how to reach the destination. Before Advent we look at the churches’ altar guilds preparing their sanctuaries and find they, too, are on different paths to Christmas.

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    Blue and Purple Blues

    Tactile technicians assemble. Advent’s almost here,

    Blue paraments outed by the Anglicans.

    Presbyterians swathe the chancel in purple, looking inward at our sin,

    While at St. Thomas they parse seasonal correctness no matter the color.

    At St. Paul’s UCC the ancient pastor gets out his red stole,

    Claims he loves Christmas red.

    Blue and purple with a dash of red—what color for a baby’s bed?

    Pondering Presbyterians, Catholics, UCC, and the Anglicans

    Can’t decide what my Christmas preparations might be,

    So many pressures, so many choices, can’t make up my mind.

    Blue and purple with a dash of red, haunted, searching, what will I find?

    Now I have tried with sincerity to be in the zone for the Lord’s nativity.

    Journey to Bethlehem is a rutted road and large deceptive signs insure

    Not many will reach the royal city, nor cradle David’s heir.

    Blue and purple with a dash of red, made some crazy detours, went someplace else instead.

    So here’s to Anglican purity and the Presbyterians’ penitential call.

    UCC cries justice; St. Thomas assured, but fingering frayed edges,

    Trial and error on the threaded course, I lament.

    Blue and purple with a dash of red, don’t know where I’m going, don’t know if I’m sent.

    God of so many Advents, watch over those lost, wandering souls

    Whose days—all winter solstices, whose nights—wombs sloshing in uncertainty,

    Let their muffled cries become prayers of welcome for One who waited in eternity’s wings

    To dance in blue and

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