Why I Slept In on Black Friday

Thanksgiving . . . a wonderful time with extended family and friends; seeing people you haven’t seen for a while; stuffing yourself with turkey, mashed potatoes and gravy, stuffing, cranberry sauce, green bean casserole, and all the varieties of pie that you smelled baking the day before; staying up late playing card/board games; talking; watching cinema; laughing as old, old stories are swapped back and forth of great memories; giving thanks to the One who has provided for America, and making the Thanksgiving day another great memory in the hall of fame . . . to wake up early the next day and get beat up in a department store?

Unfortunately, this post is not about Thanksgiving, so I can’t give a large rundown of all the great ways my family celebrated it! Yet, this post can be linked to Thanksgiving because Black Friday is always the day after it. Don’t you think it odd that one day, we are supposed to be giving praise and gratitude to God for the greatness of His bounties and blessings and for who He is, and the very next day we are supposed to be trying to buy as much as we can before the next person does? Do you find irony in the fact that one day you are saying how grateful to God you are for what you have, and the next day, you are chucking those things out in your frenzy to buy things new?

I am not against shopping. I am also not against shopping smart, looking for deals, sales, markdowns, etc. Am I even against going to a store the day after the fourth Thursday in November? No.

Do I think it ungrateful or miserly to partake of the Black Friday rush to buy all you can, can all you get, and sit on the can? Generally, yes. Am I saying you have to sleep in on Black Friday? That’s what I did, but no, I’m not saying you have to. I am saying, rather, that if you go to a department store on Black Friday, be careful! Be careful of others who may push you, but be more careful that you do not push others. Remember Luke 6:38, “Give, and it will be given to you: good measure, pressed down, shaken together, and running over will be put into your bosom. For with the same measure that you use, it will be measured back to you.

Personally, I find it easier to sleep in. Let others get the best deals. Don’t worry; you will still have plenty of deals before Christmas. Don’t buy into the advertising frenzy that can take this nation by storm. Follow me, if you want to, and sleep in next Black Friday. It’s also healthy and natural after all that turkey you’ve eaten and fellowship you’ve had with others.

Merry Christmas to come!

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Thanksgiving Ideas from The Williams House

Here are two story snippets around food! The audio recording tells of the great Thanksgiving Feast the Williamses eat in the story.

Before long, supper was served, and many were surprised by the meal. There was steaming roast beef and cold ham, meatloaf, a large dish of cheesy potatoes, freshly baked bread, blueberry muffins (the large kind with real blueberries in them), and for dessert, a type of Danish tart with white frosting on the top and a wonderful cream inside. Mrs. Williams had apparently kept busy while the children had been preparing for the play. Mr. Williams had been detained with work and was not able to make it home till late that evening after the children had already been put in bed. Though the children missed his presence, they knew that they would be able to tell and probably even perform the play for him soon. They chatted about this as they feasted and laughed, filled with insane merriment after their sober concentration for their performance.

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Happy Thanksgiving from Conservative Cornerstones

Happy Thanksgiving from Conservative Cornerstones!

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!

I hope you enjoy the above video. Remember to dedicate time tomorrow to be thankful to God for everything that He has done for you and for America. May America remember and turn back to the Lord, and may God bless your day!

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A Night in the Attic Before Thanksgiving

This is for those familiar with my book The Williams House. To learn more about it, please visit my bookstore, or my Williams House site.

The Williams House; Chapter 5: Uncles, Aunts, Nephews, and Nieces; Pgs. 126-129

.     It was a long time later when several people started to file into their bedrooms. The uncles and aunts did a good job at tracking down their own children and preparing them for sleep. As for the Williams children, they were soon directed for sleep themselves, only the boys could not seem to settle down at first.
.     “Let’s talk for a little while,” whispered Will. “Everyone will probably sleep in, anyway.”
.     “No one can hear us, that’s for sure,” said Johnathon. “Do you think it’s snowing yet?”
.     “I think it is,” said Will. “This will probably be the first time Oliver, Tabitha, Orla, or Isaac have seen and felt this much snow.”
.     “You mean they’ve never been sledding?” asked Timothy.
.     “Neither had you till we moved here,” said Will.
.     “I say,” said Johnathon, “it is great to sleep in the attic. What an adventure!”
.     “Isn’t it, though,” said Will and Timothy.
.     “I ate too much sugar to go to sleep, though,” continued Will. “What books do we have up here?”
.     A lamp was turned on, and the boys shuffled around a little. The dim light shined murkily out and shone on several books on a shelf and scattered elsewhere throughout the attic.
.     “What about on the shelf by the chimney,” said Will who was still in bed.
.     Johnathon walked over to the shelf, putting his hand on the warm stone that was radiating heat into the room. “Several good titles here,” he said as he started going through them one at a time. Then he started listing them by author to save time. “We have Burnett, Nesbit, Dickens, Dodge, Stephenson, Lewis, Henty—”
.     Will interrupted and suggested one of the titles, and soon Johnathon had brought over the book.
.     “Do you think it’s all right?” asked Timothy.
.     “We might as well do something if we’re already wide awake,” said Will, “and it could help us to fall asleep.”
.     Johnathon and Timothy slunk back to their makeshift beds and rolled themselves up in their covers, exchanging excited glances with one another. The wind continued to blow against the side of the house, and they could tell it was definitely sleeting now, yet the attic was warm from the chimney and furnace vent, and the murky light of the lamp cast a dim light about the long expanse of the room.
.     Will started reading, imitating perfectly an old British accent, as though telling his life’s long tale. It was nearly an hour later when the murky glow of the lamp shone down upon three sleeping forms, Will still holding the book in his hands.
.     “Wake up, wake up!” whispered a voice, shaking Will from side to side.
.     Will sat up with a jerk, looking about the room in a single glance. A dim grayness was lighting up a little of the outside. “What time is it?” he said as he looked for the clock.
.     “Seven,” said Timothy, “and you left the light on last night. I just switched it off.”
.     “Oh, thank you, Cap!” said Will. “But why wake me? Everyone will probably be asleep for a couple more hours.”
.     “Look outside,” said Timothy. “It’s white.”
.     “So it is,” said Will strangely as he rose from bed. “Just look at it shine.” Then Will looked over at Johnathon and saw him still sleeping. A mischievous gleam entered Will’s eye, and he mouthed and motioned to Timothy. They both crept over to the window and opened it. Then they reached out to the short ledge and took some of the snow off from it, quickly closing the window with a slight squeak. Both cringed, but Jonathon only stirred slightly and then resumed his normal breathing.
.     Will crept over to Johnathon’s bed, raising his hand and throwing the snowball plop onto Johnathon’s face. Yes I know, this is the second time that Johnathon has woken up coughing and spluttering in this story. Let us hope it is the last. In any case, after the laughter and explanations, all three boys moved over to the window and looked out, gathering as much snow on the outer sill as possible.

Audio Continuation of Story; Pgs. 129-130

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