[This is the third installment of my trilogy on Thanksgiving.]
He was twelve-years-old when he became afflicted with anorexia nervosa and bulimia. It was due to earlier psychological trauma that slowly developed over time. There were compounding factors including impropriety by an elementary grade school teacher who would keep him in the classroom after the other students were dismissed for recess.
Anorexia/bulimia is a psychological disorder.
The condition manifested itself as the preteen entered the seventh grade. It was at Thanksgiving that year when he excused himself from the family table, went into the bathroom, and emptied his stomach into the toilet.
Fearing that his dark secret might be heard the boy would later sneak away and dig a hole in the family’s sprawling back yard to … well, you get the idea.
Within a year he had lost so much weight that the neighbors wondered if he had cancer. The boy’s father knew something was wrong, but this kind of illness was not really discussed out in the open. His dad would feed him plates of peanut butter sandwiches, but afterward the boy would excuse himself and dig a hole.
His mother said later that if she had known there was a problem she would have sought counseling for her son.
Thanksgiving, for whatever reason, exposed the boy’s psychological scars even into adulthood. It’s just that he found it difficult to be thankful for anything.
That young man was me. I don’t share this easily, but it may help you to better understand the tone of these articles.
Thanksgiving, today, means deliverance from years of suffering. The LORD reached down and lifted me up in the power of His spirit and by the precious blood of His son.
The holiday season is not about food and shopping, but about cleansing and healing. I truly am thankful to God for saving me.
That’s the most I’ve written about this … ever.
If you, or someone you know can relate, may I recommend another blog that discusses this issue with unbridled honesty.
Caralyn, at Beauty Beyond Bones, shares her courageous story of overcoming an eating disorder; and the Scriptures that inspired her recovery.
Her blog is pretty busy so you might begin here.
As for me, I just take the season one day at a time. The anniversary of my parent’s death is next on the calendar (Hanukkah), and then comes Christmas.
I think what saddens me most about Christmas is that the world has done a pretty good job at removing Christ from the holiday.
It’s a Small World at Disneyland opened this week displaying its Christmas facade. A Southern California newspaper posted an article criticizing Disney for the religious tone of the attraction:
Disney should know that the religious theming of the popular ride dismisses the attraction’s designed message of an inclusive and diverse world.
The Christmas observance in my community was long ago replaced with a politically correct winter celebration, but this is true in communities across the nation.
It is thought by some in the Messianic community that Yeshua was born on the 15th day of the seventh month of Tishrei (September-October on the Christian calendar) during the Feast of Booths, or Tabernacles when God came down and dwelt among us in the person of Jesus Christ.
I say, give the winter solstice back to the pagans. And there’s a reason why we are not told the date of Jesus’ birth. Besides the fact that it has been corrupted by paganism and idolatry, Jesus told us to remember his death (Luke 22:19).
Our eternal hope rests in his death and resurrection.
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