Even as a non-Christian the reasons to celebrate Thanksgiving are easy to be seen (unless one is an Atheist, then of course it's pointless).
Well, it's a different tradition in this country (the USA) of course, but I think there's plenty of point to it even for an atheist. I mean, one can always be thankful to the people around one, and grateful without a source target -- I mean, I for example am grateful to have a roof over my head. It's not because of divine intervention, it's because I searched for apartments all summer and earned my money (or this year, borrowed it) to pay the rent. Nonetheless, I'm thankful for it, you know?
I kind of understand with you on the Catholicism thing. My mother's family are all Catholics (she left for a Protestant church when she grew up), and my grandfather's funeral this past year was the first time in 8 years I've been in a Catholic church (my father's family are Jewish; I was raised to make my own decisions on religion). It was all too ritualistic and, I don't know, pointy. My aunt had to keep telling me when to stand, sit, kneel, pirouette, whatever. And the priest there didn't seem to care much about what he was doing, either.
By the way, have I ever mentiond: I love that you do bilingual entries! I feel like I'm learning German. Very slowly. One post at a time. ;)
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Date: 2003-10-05 03:29 pm (UTC)Well, it's a different tradition in this country (the USA) of course, but I think there's plenty of point to it even for an atheist. I mean, one can always be thankful to the people around one, and grateful without a source target -- I mean, I for example am grateful to have a roof over my head. It's not because of divine intervention, it's because I searched for apartments all summer and earned my money (or this year, borrowed it) to pay the rent. Nonetheless, I'm thankful for it, you know?
I kind of understand with you on the Catholicism thing. My mother's family are all Catholics (she left for a Protestant church when she grew up), and my grandfather's funeral this past year was the first time in 8 years I've been in a Catholic church (my father's family are Jewish; I was raised to make my own decisions on religion). It was all too ritualistic and, I don't know, pointy. My aunt had to keep telling me when to stand, sit, kneel, pirouette, whatever. And the priest there didn't seem to care much about what he was doing, either.
By the way, have I ever mentiond: I love that you do bilingual entries! I feel like I'm learning German. Very slowly. One post at a time. ;)