The Real Thanksgiving Isn’t So Happy

I have two viewpoints on this issue. It is true and shameful that our people savagely, murderously stole this land from the people who were here before us. It breaks my heart. For this I am ashamed of “our” people. But not everyone was involved in this treatment of the Native Americans. There were many who honored and respected them. Unfortunately, those people had little or no influence on those were bent on taking what did not rightfully belong to them. However, some white people did have peaceful relations with some Native Americans, and it was the Native Americans who taught those first settlers (mostly city folk) how to grow vegetables and hunt to provide for their families.

Viewpoint #2: There are many tribes and sub-tribes of Native Americans, who treated each other the same way the white men did, often murdering, butchering, and stealing from tribes different from themselves as they traveled from summer pastrures to winter grazing for their horses and in search of climate where they could survive. It has been reported that the two most peaceful tribes were the Iriquois and the Cherokee. BTW, our history books today are loaded with lies about our founding fathers.


Thanksgiving to me has always felt like one of the most, excuse my language, bullshit holidays there ever was, right up behind Columbus day.

Every year I watch as my family and fellow Americans conveniently forget that there was a whole race of people who didn’t benefit from the colonization of the Americas. We like to tell ourselves that this holiday is about pilgrims and Native Americans coming together to share food and be besties and how that was some sort of beginning to a “happily ever after” I believe we ALL know that is a whole lot of bullshit and lies.

A day that epitomizes how wonderful it is to be a gluttonous, fat, lazy American. A day to sit on stolen land eating food we may have never discovered and watch a sport that was copied from the very shores our ancestors so readily fled. Also conveniently…

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God’s Wings:

The imagery expressed in these verses, that God cares for us as a mother hen cares for her chicks, covered with her wings, facing the danger for them. God faces our danger for us, hides us in His tender protective care. We are safe in Him.

Daily Devotions with Dawn

Psalms 57:1

Be merciful unto me, O God, be merciful unto me: for my soul trusteth in thee; yea, in the shadow of thy wings will I make my refuge, until these calamities be overpast.

My King James Bible says that David wrote this Psalm when he fled from Saul in the cave.

David had some real troubles in his lifetime. He needed refuge, strength, help, deliverance, forgiveness, and more. He wrote songs and poems about fear, war, bitterness, and usually ended them in gratefulness and acknowledgement of God.

David encourages me.

He prays for God to be merciful as he is being sought by King Saul. The King wants to kill David.

David tells God that he trusts Him, and will take refuge under the protection of the wings of God, until the situation passes.

Psalm 91:4 He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt…

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