By the time this column is published, Thanksgiving Day will likely have passed. As we expressed gratitude for everything we have, and yet dive into Christmas shopping to buy things we think we can’t live without, I want to tell you of a few things I’m thankful for. Even my usual doom and gloom needs a break.
Cherry pie. That something like a Bing cherry could taste so tart while hanging from a tree but, under the hands of even the most average baker, can miraculously wind up in a delicious dessert.
Coffee, strong enough to hold up a spoon.
The versatile word “douchebag” which I used as a term of endearment for male family and friends, as well as a term of derision for the truly deserving (bad drivers and politicians). May you know which I mean if I ever call you one.
Meat, and the multitude of grills to prepare it.
Hunting and fishing, regardless of whether we actually bring home what we seek.
Cigars. With their great smell and taste, they provide a great way to sit and be still, with friends or alone.
God. That He gave His son for us, and by, through, from, and with Him, love and forgiveness are possible if we but make the effort.
My lovely wife, Megan (referred at CD as Mrs. Cummings). We met in church 15 years ago, and I know the guy in the previous bullet had everything to do with it. You are my density as well as my destiny.
My three girls, each with her own beautiful soul and personality. There is no greater humbling nor euphoric experience than to be your father.
My dog Ruby. A bad day is less bad when I pet her.
My many friends, whose list, I’m glad to say, would far exceed this column’s word limit.
Exercise. I don’t do enough, but it serves as a major part in helping me enjoy the rest of this list.
The United States of America. Darkness will fall if she isn’t #1 in the world.
The American military. To know people are willing to fight and die so my family and I may live free, gives me grateful chills. God bless each and every one of you
Non-military, emergency personnel. Whether to save us from criminals, accidents, or nature, we salute you.
For Clash Daily, Doug Giles, Steve Pauwels, and all Clashers, who grant me this forum. I hope you have enjoyed reading my words as much as I like creating them.
There is always much to complain about. Both in the micro and macro, it’s always easier to list what’s bad in our lives. But even as we fight the good fights, let’s always remember to literally and seriously count our blessing.
From the poem “Desiderata”, written by Max Ehrmann
Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be careful. Strive to be happy.