Turkey is the star of the Thanksgiving Day menu and will soon make guest appearances on America’s dining room tables.
Who gets the drumstick?
Our generation selects most turkeys from a grocer’s freezer section. For the most part, the days of hunting wild turkeys with bow and arrow are only a faint memory.
My memory takes me back to the late 1950’s. Our neighbors, the Wells family, owned a turkey farm. The fowls were brilliant white but their odor was foul (to say the least).
On Thanksgiving Day, Mom’s kitchen smelled scrumptious. Scents of freshly butter-basted turkey, homemade dressing, turnips, pumpkin and mince pies were tantalizing.
Are our prayers of thanksgiving a pleasing aroma to the Father?
“May my prayer be counted as incense before Thee; the lifting up of my hands as the evening offering (Psalms 141:2 NAS).”