A Thanksgiving Prayer by Walter Brueggemann 

At Thanks Giving

Amid football, family and too much food, we pause quickly and without inconvenience

to remember and to thank.

We remember ancient pilgrims

who followed dreams of alabaster cities and financial opportunity;

We remember hospitable first nation people

who welcomed them, and then lost their land;

We remember our family times

filled with joy and

filled with anxiety, and

old scars still powerful.

We thank for this U.S. venue of justice and freedom,

and are aware of its flawed reality;

We thank you for our wealth and our safety,

and are aware of how close to poverty we are

and how under threat we live.

We gather our impulse for gratitude today,

grateful to you and our ancestors,

grateful to you for our families, our health, our government,

our many possessions.

We gladly affirm that

“All good gifts are sent from heaven above,”

But we yield to none in a sense of self-sufficiency,

our weariness in needing to share,

our resentfulness of those who take and do not give.

Your generosity evokes our gratitude,

but your generosity overmatches our gratitude.

We are ready to thank, but not overly so;

We remember our achievements, our accomplishments,

our entitlements, and our responsibilities

that slice away our yielding of ourselves to you.

Move through our half measure of thanks

and let us be, all through this day,

more risky in acknowledging

that we have nothing except what you give.

You have given so much–not least your only Son.

Give us the gift of dazzlement and awe

that we may rejoice in our penultimate lives

and keep you ultimate all the day long,

relishing the wonder of your self-giving love.
-Walter Brueggemann, Prayers for a Privileged People