The earth is the Lord’s and the fullness thereof. The world, and all they that dwell therein.
We have a lot to be thankful for, personally, in families, in our church, and as a nation. The Wall Street Journal likes to remind us how far we’ve come materially since the Puritan days.
Being now passed the vast ocean, and a sea of troubles before them in expectations, they had now no friends to welcome them, no inns to entertain or refresh them, no houses, or much less towns, to repair unto to seek for succour; and for the season it was winter, and they that know the winters of the country know them to be sharp and violent, subject to cruel and fierce storms, dangerous to travel to known places, much more to search unknown coasts.
Besides, what could they see but a hideous and desolate wilderness, full of wilde beasts and wilde men? and what multitudes of them there were, they then knew not: for which way soever they turned their eyes (save upward to Heaven) they could have but little solace or content in respect of any outward object; for summer being ended, all things stand in appearance with a weatherbeaten face, and the whole country, full of woods and thickets, represented a wild and savage hew.
If they looked behind them, there was a mighty ocean which they had passed, and was now as a main bar or gulph to separate them from all the civil parts of the world.
In contrast, the Wall Street Journal can now make a tradition of editorializing each Thanksgiving on our fruitful land.
God is the author of our blessings. Against none is his wrath kindled save those who confess not his hand in all things.