{"id":8261,"date":"2018-11-15T21:42:48","date_gmt":"2018-11-16T03:42:48","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/customwordpresssites.com\/mjb\/?p=8261"},"modified":"2026-02-26T13:41:49","modified_gmt":"2026-02-26T19:41:49","slug":"thanksgiving-and-the-eucharist-the-story-of-our-lives","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/customwordpresssites.com\/mjb\/2018\/11\/15\/thanksgiving-and-the-eucharist-the-story-of-our-lives\/","title":{"rendered":"Thanksgiving and the Eucharist: the story of our lives"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u201cWith five brothers,\u201d began my dad, telling the familiar story to my niece and nephew, \u201cyour Great-aunt Kathy was always getting her food stolen. Her spot was right next to your great-grandfather, who used to tease her. Every night at dinner, your Aunt Kathy would huddle over her plate, with her fork ready to stab anyone\u2019s hand that came near her food. My dad would slowly creep his fork over to Aunt Kathy\u2019s plate when he thought she wasn\u2019t looking. Oh, she would get so mad! \u201d He imitated my aunt huddling over her food for dramatic effect. My niece and nephew giggled when they heard this story for the first time. \u201cWe always ate ’till all the food was gone,\u201d he remembered, smiling. \u201cThere were never any leftovers at Thanksgiving!\u201d he finished. My mother chimed in with another familiar part of the story. \u201cThe first time I went to your great-grandparents\u2019 house for Thanksgiving I swear, it was like watching a plague of locusts devour the food,\u201d she remembered. \u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I don\u2019t know how many times I\u2019ve heard that story, but my dad\u2019s imitation of my Aunt Kathy always makes me laugh. I love this part of the holiday; the family stories and familiar anecdotes, trying to one up each other to see who can make everyone laugh the hardest. I feel so safe and connected to my family during these storytelling sessions. We create connections and community together. This is the heart of both the Thanksgiving holiday and the Eucharist — community. Loved ones gather at the table to share food, memories, and of course, family stories. Like life in my religious and church community, it can be both joyous and complicated.<\/span><\/p>\n

I imagine that the Last Supper with Jesus was, in many ways, not unlike many Thanksgiving holidays. I\u2019m certain there was a tremendous hustle and bustle of making plans for travel and preparations for the meal itself. Where would they eat? Who would prepare the food? Who was invited? Also like many Thanksgivings I have experienced, once the festivities began, there must have been both joy in being together, a sharing of memories, prayer and, definitely, disagreements.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Sister Shannon, the photographer of this selfie, revels with her nieces and nephews. Photo by Sister Shannon Fox<\/em><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

One of the best things for me about Thanksgiving is the intergenerational sharing. I delight in watching my nieces and nephews as we gather around our Thanksgiving table each year. Since I am no chef, I often have the responsibility of keeping the children in my family occupied as the others take over the kitchen to prepare the feast. This year will be the first time my six-month-old great-nephew will join us. (How am I even old enough to have a great-nephew?) I am so excited to be able see Thanksgiving through his eyes. \u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Slowly but surely, little by little, responsibility for Thanksgiving has shifted to my generation. My earliest Thanksgivings were put on by my grandparents. We used to switch off and on from my mother\u2019s parents to my father\u2019s mother\u2019s house. Eventually, my parents\u2019 generation took over hosting duties. Now, my siblings take charge. It wasn\u2019t without tension or disagreements. My parents had to slowly let go of some of the things they used to do; how they prepared the food, what was served, and so on. This was especially hard for my father, who delights in cooking. Over the years, circumstances just made it easier for my brother or my sister to host the meal. <\/span><\/p>\n

It can be difficult to avoid conflict with family members during holidays. Sometimes the conflict is as simple as expectations for helping in the kitchen, or an unkind word or two. Others are more deep-seeded such as those driven by grief, broken relationships or politics. It can take a great deal of patience, forgiveness and humility to navigate these relationships, especially in a family of stubborn, hot-headed Irish-American Catholics! This is true of disagreements in our church family as well. Patience, forgiveness and humility are key in healing the great divisions. \u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Loss can also take on more significant meaning during the holidays. We mourn those who are no longer with us. We miss their presence. This is my best friend\u2019s first Thanksgiving since her mother passed six months ago. \u201cIt just won\u2019t be the same without Mom. I can\u2019t do everything she used to,\u201d she\u2019s lamented to me. My heart feels for her. All I can do is offer my support, and assure her that her mother would be proud of the effort she and her siblings make this year. I wonder what that next Passover, the year after Jesus died, was like for the remaining apostles. (It would seem that they were scattered over the Middle East and Europe.) \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

One thing that we do know for sure: they told the story to the first Christians. The significance of that Passover has been handed on to us from them, and has become the centerpiece around which the Christian community gathers. <\/span><\/p>\n

Isn\u2019t that the heart of Eucharist? A handing down of the story of our salvation, a meal shared in memory of the one who loved us even to his death on the cross? And isn\u2019t that the heart of what we do at Thanksgiving? Share a meal and our life stories together? It\u2019s how we come to know each other as individuals and as family. It\u2019s how we pass on the values that are important to us to the younger generation. It\u2019s how we remember those who have left us. The story connects and bonds us. This Thanksgiving, I hope to focus on listening to the stories of the lives of those I love, and sharing my life story with them. <\/span><\/p>\n

Sister Shannon Fox<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

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Shannon Fox, Sister of St. Joseph of the Third Order of St. Francis<\/strong><\/a>, who hails from Cleveland, Ohio, and now lives in Chicago, Illinois, became a novice in 2003. She ministers as a high school special education teacher at a therapeutic day school for students with special needs. Teaching runs in her family, as both her parents and her little sister are teachers. In her spare time (“Ha!”), Sister Shannon enjoys community theater, singing and photography. She is also a member of Giving Voice<\/strong><\/a> through which she and Sister Julia met.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"\u201cWith five brothers,\u201d began my dad, telling the familiar story to my niece and nephew, \u201cyour Great-aunt Kathy was always getting her food stolen. Her spot was right next to your great-grandfather, who used to tease her. Every night at dinner, your Aunt Kathy would huddle over her plate, with her fork ready to stab...","protected":false},"author":35237015,"featured_media":8264,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"_kad_blocks_custom_css":"","_kad_blocks_head_custom_js":"","_kad_blocks_body_custom_js":"","_kad_blocks_footer_custom_js":"","episode_type":"","audio_file":"","podmotor_file_id":"","podmotor_episode_id":"","cover_image":"","cover_image_id":"","duration":"","filesize":"","filesize_raw":"","date_recorded":"","explicit":"","block":"","_kad_post_transparent":"","_kad_post_title":"","_kad_post_layout":"","_kad_post_sidebar_id":"","_kad_post_content_style":"","_kad_post_vertical_padding":"","_kad_post_feature":"","_kad_post_feature_position":"","_kad_post_header":false,"_kad_post_footer":false,"_kad_post_classname":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[115341,698755604],"tags":[19711,123169,698755374,43813,406,4040,654050948,8329,5840,161925,35614,55458,853,34941365,56391,654050945,15318],"series":[698756626],"class_list":["post-8261","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-equity-and-justice-equity-and-justice","category-simple-living","tag-catholic-church","tag-christians","tag-community","tag-eucharist","tag-family","tag-heart","tag-intergenerational-sharing","tag-jesus","tag-joy","tag-last-supper","tag-loss","tag-passover","tag-prayer","tag-relationship-2","tag-salvation","tag-ssj-tosf","tag-thanksgiving","series-messy-jesus-business"],"acf":[],"episode_featured_image":"https:\/\/customwordpresssites.com\/mjb\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/11\/franciscan-sisters-family.jpg","episode_player_image":"https:\/\/customwordpresssites.com\/mjb\/wp-content\/plugins\/seriously-simple-podcasting\/assets\/images\/no-album-art.png","download_link":"","player_link":"","audio_player":false,"episode_data":{"playerMode":"dark","subscribeUrls":{"apple_podcasts":{"key":"apple_podcasts","url":"","label":"Apple Podcasts","class":"apple_podcasts","icon":"apple-podcasts.png"},"stitcher":{"key":"stitcher","url":"","label":"Stitcher","class":"stitcher","icon":"stitcher.png"},"google_podcasts":{"key":"google_podcasts","url":"","label":"Google Podcasts","class":"google_podcasts","icon":"google-podcasts.png"},"spotify":{"key":"spotify","url":"","label":"Spotify","class":"spotify","icon":"spotify.png"}},"rssFeedUrl":"https:\/\/customwordpresssites.com\/mjb\/feed\/podcast\/messy-jesus-business","embedCode":"

Thanksgiving and the Eucharist: the story of our lives<\/a><\/blockquote>