Thanksgiving holiday was an opportunity to visit family in the far west of our country. As you might expect it was a day of all the usual traditions including the turkey dinner (complete with sauerkraut!). But my annual visit to the west includes another tradition. We go for a walk. That does not sound so unusual. Lots a people feel the need to walk off a little of the heavy dinner of Thanksgiving. What makes our walk unusual is where we walk: in national monuments and parks. It so beautiful! The trails at 8,000 feet follow streams already covered with ice. The path is surrounded by tall evergreens growing on the sides of steep mountain hills. The dramatic rock formations glow in the sunlight. The only sound is the gentle breeze and the running stream. The air is pure as pure can be. God’s grandeur is on dispaly for all to see! In such a place it is so easy to say a quiet prayer of thanks to God. Holidays are so wonderful because we come out of the cacoon of our routine and can see clearly how blessed we are in our families, our country, and the richness of the feastday food. We can lift up our eyes from all that normally preoccupies us and we can say thanks to God who has so blessed us. Soon some of will celebrate another holiday: Christmas. God’s grandeur will be on display again in the form of a newborn child. In that child all of God’s love will show forth. And once again we will pause to say our quiet words of thanks to God.