Oh, that men would give thanks to the LORD for His goodness, And for His wonderful works to the children of men!
Psalm 107:21 (NKJV)
By Bro. John L. Cash, “Country Preacher Dad”
I love the Thanksgiving season. There’s a certain feeling I get when I see the beauty of Autumn and the colors of the fruits of harvest. Everything about this time of year is so wonderful, and sometimes my heart overflows when I think about how beautiful it all is and all the blessings I have to be thankful for.
I’ve always loved to see a cornucopia—the “Horn of Plenty” as some people call it. When I was in grade school, I always loved November because the teacher would give us a copied picture of a cornucopia to color with our crayons. It’s such a fitting symbol of this season—an outward sign of the Fatherly love that God has for us all, that He shows us by His unending and overflowing provision. Even though I’m grown now, if I had a coloring sheet of a Horn of Plenty and a box of Crayolas, well, I’d probably have to sit down and color it. The thought of it all is just that wonderful to me.
I was looking at the changing leaves this morning, and I had a wonderful realization. Every time we sing the Doxology, we’re singing about a cornucopia. “Praise God from Whom all blessings flow!” Those words make it clear—God is our Horn of Plenty!
Dear Mama, I know you’re going to have a hectic week as you make preparations for dinner on Thursday. But slow down a little—and make this Thanksgiving a blessing for your family and to your Saviour by the loving thoughtfulness you put into your work. You know, it never really takes more time to show kindness. And whenever you see a cornucopia (and you know you’ll see one), let it remind you to give thanks to the Lord and seek strength from His bountiful supply—for everything good in our lives truly comes from Him, our Horn of Plenty.
Dr. John L. Cash is the “Country Preacher Dad” * He was raised in Stuttgart, Arkansas, and is beginning his 25th year of being a country preacher in the piney woods five miles south of the little town of Hickory, Mississippi. He and his lovely wife, Susan, and his sons, Spencer (age 18) and Seth (age 15) live in the parsonage next door to the Antioch Christian Church (where the Preacher will email you a coloring page of a cornucopia for your little one if you ask him for one). You should write him at firstname.lastname@example.org.