Dare We Say (or Even Think), ‘Thanks for Nothing’?

[FrankGSterleJr]

In regard to the ‘thanks’ in Thanksgiving Day: I would be quite willing/happy to consistently sincerely thank God with every meal, if everyone on Earth — and not just a portion of the planet’s populace — had enough clean, safe drinking water and nutritional food to maintain a normal, healthy daily life. And I genuinely would be pray-fully ‘thankful’ if every couple’s child would survive their serious illness rather than just a small portion of such sick children.

[On the other hand, what makes so many of us believe that collective humanity should be able to enjoy the pleasures of free will, but cry out for and expect divine mercy and rescue when our free will ruins our figurative good day — i.e. that we should have our cake and eat it, too?]

I realize it’s still socially awkward to question one of historical humanity’s largest and most sacrosanct institutions — prayer, and perhaps even saying heartfelt thanks to an omnipotent/omniscient deity. But I, a big fan of Christ’s unmistakable miracles and fundamental message, know I’m far from being alone in having a problem with thanking God for relative trivialities, such as a big-money-making professional sports-team’s win, especially with hunger regularly happening internationally.

Lastly, is it just me, or is there some truly unfortunate, bitter irony in holding faith and hope in prayer when unanswered prayer results in an increase in skeptical atheism and/or agnosticism? … Nevertheless, the following poem is for the growing number of people for whom there’s nothing to be thankful for on Thanksgiving Day, or any other day of the year.

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Just pass me the holiday turkey, peas

and the delicious stuffing flanked

by buttered potatoes with gravy

since I’ve said grace with plenty ease

for the good food received I’ve thanked

my Maker who’s found me worthy.

It seems that unlike the many of those

in the unlucky Third World nation

I’ve been found by God deserving

to not have to endure the awful woes

and the stomach wrenching starvation

suffered by them with no dinner serving.

Therefor hand over to me the corn

the cranberry sauce, fresh baked bread

since for my grub I’ve praised the Lord

yet I need not hear about those born

whose meal I’ve been granted instead

as they receive naught of the grand hoard.

[Age]

In regard to the ‘thanks’ in Thanksgiving Day: I would be quite willing/happy to consistently sincerely thank God with every meal, if everyone on Earth — and not just a portion of the planet’s populace — had enough clean, safe drinking water and nutritional food to maintain a normal, healthy daily life. And I genuinely would be pray-fully ‘thankful’ if every couple’s child would survive their serious illness rather than just a small portion of such sick children.

That is there not enough clean, safe drinking water and nutritional food to maintain a so-called 'normal', healthy daily life, then this is ONLY because of adult human beings, and NOT due to ANY thing else. There is obviously enough water and nutrients for EVERY one, although if the water, and even air, is not 'clean enough', then, again, that is because of adult human beings ONLY.

[On the other hand, what makes so many of us believe that collective humanity should be able to enjoy the pleasures of free will, but cry out for and expect divine mercy and rescue when our free will ruins our figurative good day — i.e. that we should have our cake and eat it, too?]

Does ANY one, really, 'cry out for expect divine mercy'?

If yes, then WHY would these ones do that?

I realize it’s still socially awkward to question one of historical humanity’s largest and most sacrosanct institutions — prayer, and perhaps even saying heartfelt thanks to an omnipotent/omniscient deity. But I, a big fan of Christ’s unmistakable miracles and fundamental message, know I’m far from being alone in having a problem with thanking God for relative trivialities, such as a big-money-making professional sports-team’s win, especially with hunger regularly happening internationally.

If ANY one 'thanks God' for ANY thing other than for EVERY thing, then THAT one has been very MISGUIDED. Or in other words, if ANY one WANTS for only a select few and NOT for EVERY one, then THAT one has been DECEIVED and very MISGUIDED

Lastly, is it just me, or is there some truly unfortunate, bitter irony in holding faith and hope in prayer when unanswered prayer results in an increase in skeptical atheism and/or agnosticism?

If one is only praying for a select few, then that one's prayers will NEVER be answered.

… Nevertheless, the following poem is for the growing number of people for whom there’s nothing to be thankful for on Thanksgiving Day, or any other day of the year.

What, exactly, is the purpose, or intention, of what is called 'thanksgiving day', which may well happen in one country only anyway?

Just pass me the holiday turkey, peas

and the delicious stuffing flanked

by buttered potatoes with gravy

since I’ve said grace with plenty ease

for the good food received I’ve thanked

my Maker who’s found me worthy.

It seems that unlike the many of those

in the unlucky Third World nation

I’ve been found by God deserving

to not have to endure the awful woes

and the stomach wrenching starvation

suffered by them with no dinner serving.

Therefor hand over to me the corn

the cranberry sauce, fresh baked bread

since for my grub I’ve praised the Lord

yet I need not hear about those born

whose meal I’ve been granted instead

as they receive naught of the grand hoard.

[Walker]

Feed the world and tomorrow the world will be hungry.

Teach the world to fish.

[Impenitent]

Sam Kinison was right... "Move to where the food is!"

-Imp

[Walker]

Banquet
Joni Mitchell
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qTAV9cn ... EXS1DpgcnH


Come to the dinner gong
The table is laden high
Fat bellies and hungry little ones
Tuck your napkins in and take your share

Some get the gravy
And some get the gristle
Some get the marrow bone
And some get nothing though there's plenty to spare

I took my share down by the sea
Paper plates and Javex bottles on the tide
Seagulls come down and they squawk at me
Down where the water-skiers glide

Some turn to Jesus
And some turn to heroin
Some turn to rambling round
Looking for a clean sky and a drinking stream

Some watch the paint peel off
Some watch their kids grow up
Some watch their stocks and bonds
Waiting for that big deal American Dream

I took my dream down by the sea
Yankee yachts and lobster pots and sunshine
And logs and sails and Shell Oil pails
Dogs and tugs and summertime
Back in the banquet line, angry young people crying

Who let the greedy in?
Who left the needy out?
Who made this salty soup?
Tell him we're very hungry now for a sweeter fare

In the cookie I read, "Some get the gravy
And some get the gristle
Some get the marrow bone
And some get nothing though there's plenty to spare

[Age]

Sam Kinison was right... "Move to where the food is!"

-Imp

So, do not share, help, and support each other, and instead just all move to 'particular spots'.

[Age]

Feed the world and tomorrow the world will be hungry.

Teach the world to fish.

you human beings are born instinctively KNOWING 'how to fish', or 'how to survive'. But, sadly, you human beings are being 'taught' to 'catch the fish', or 'to survive', for monetary gains instead, and only.