Honestly, in our day and age, there's little to BE thankful for. Most of what the future would seem to hold is bleak, full of tension and pain.
But as you celebrate this uniquely American tradition of Thanksgiving, remember those pilgrims who began this holiday: they had just come through one of the coldest, harshest winters they've ever experienced. So many of them had died or been permanently injured by the deadly freezes. In fact, less than a quarter of them had survived the vicious season.
As they came out into spring, however, they were filled with new purpose. They had conquered the continent, and now nothing could stand in their way. So, even though their numbers had thinned to almost non-existence; even though their houses were nowhere ready for another winter; even though there was no guarantee they would survive for another day, they decided to celebrate. The harvest came in, and they gave their laughter, joy, and peace as an offering to the God to whom they owed their souls.
They found something to be thankful for. In a maelstrom of hurt, uncertainty, and despair, they clung to the hope that the next warm season would bring peace. So rather than give up, let us too dig deep within ourselves, to the inextinguishable flame of hope buried in the core of humanity, and forge on to a brighter tomorrow.