• Home
  • About
  • Archives
  • Contact

Kristen Anne Glover

Five in Tow

  • Marriage
  • Parenting
  • Faith
  • Christmas

In Defense of Black Thursday

In Defense of Black Thursday

It’s that time of year again when people give thanks with one breath and complain about retailers in the next.  It seems there’s always something to be unhappy about when it comes to the people who sell us our stuff, especially around the holidays.

This year, most of the grumbling has been about the latest scandal in retail.  Not only are more and more stores opening for Thanksgiving, but businesses are luring honest-to-goodness Americans away from their family dinners with Black Friday prices.

Black Friday prices on Thanksgiving?  What is the world coming to!

Apparently, there are many reasons we should stand strong against this trend.  One of the loudest arguments is the fact that no one should have to work on Thanksgiving.  Everyone deserves a day to spend with family, and those greedy corporations are robbing their employees of their turkey rights just to make a buck.

That’s a lovely sentiment.  I do not think any worker should be obligated to come in on Thanksgiving when the turkey is roasting away at home.

It’s just too bad we’re so inconsistent about it.  We get ourselves in a tizzy over the fact that Walmart employees have to work on Thanksgiving while we sit at home flipping through the channels of football on TV.  We watch the Thanksgiving Day parade and the half-time shows as if none of those people are working or away from their families on Thanksgiving.

Well, that’s different, we say, because that’s not commercialism, and really, that’s what we’re against.  It’s the commercialism.  We don’t want anyone sacrificing family in order to make money.

Really.

Why do you think Al Roker sits out in the cold and broadcasts the Macy’s parade every year?  Why do you think the football coaches and players and cheerleaders and hotdog sellers and bathroom cleaners get up and make sure the big game goes off without a hitch?

They do it for money, on Thanksgiving, away from their families, and we support them all the way.

But it’s different, we say, to actually go out and shop on Thanksgiving!  That proves that some people are more interested in getting a deal than spending time with their loved ones, and that’s just terrible.  They’re probably not even grateful. 

Pumpkin arrangement

Well, I’m convinced.  I’m not working on Thanksgiving.

I mean, I’m not getting paid to slave away in the kitchen with a cold bird.  I’m also not planning to shop (I’ve got a date with the aforementioned cold bird, after all).  I’d feel really good about that except for one problem:  I don’t think my Thanksgiving choices make me any more of a grateful, family-centered person than the woman who hits Walmart at 3 am. 

Nor do I think Americans are going to turn into the Monsters of Materialism because they get an extra shopping day.  Most of America is already there. 

It seems to me that we’re all overacting a little bit about this whole shopping-on-Thanksgiving thing.  It’s not like Thanksgiving is a sacred institution (it was ordained by Congress, after all).

Don’t get me wrong.  Thanksgiving is a good day, and a lovely idea, but it’s not gospel, and we shouldn’t treat it like it is.  You’re not going to earn extra gold stars in your heavenly crown if you stay home and eat turkey and think thankful thoughts this Thursday.  I dare say, you could even celebrate on Friday instead of Thursday and remain just as holy.

Conversely, standing out in front of Best Buy for a few hours before the kids wake up in order to get a good deal on a TV does not necessarily make you a bad person, any more than sitting in front of your TV on Thanksgiving makes you a bad person.

It kind of depends on what’s going on in your heart (FYI: always).  You can have a pretty ugly heart while mixing up the cranberry sauce.  And you can be perfectly joyful and godly while shopping on Thanksgiving.

Pumpkins

Maybe we should all settle down a little bit and stop equating Black Thursday with a moral apocalypse.  After all, our world is crumbling under the weight of bigger problems—bigger moral problems—than retailers who slash prices for Thanksgiving and the people who fall for it. Maybe, if we let go of our turkey-induced legalism, we will notice.   

That is what Thanksgiving is all about, isn’t it?  Noticing.  We should be so grateful for what God has done for us that it overflows into actions for others and shows up in how we treat our family and how we love our neighbors.  Even the shoppers.

But too often, we care more about how people spend their holidays than with what’s going on in their lives. 

“It’s just wrong to shop on Thanksgiving, and all the people who do it are bad.  The end.”

We don’t consider the veteran who needs to work on Thanksgiving just to pay the bills or the mom who has to spend Thanksgiving alone because her kids are with their dad.  We don’t think about the fact that sometimes, holidays at home are hard and it’s easier to spend the time walking a store aisle than navigating the eggshells around the dinner table.

What if that guy in line at Best Buy is there because his apartment is lonely this time of year, and for all the church people he knows, not one of them invited him to share the day with them?

Sure, some of the shoppers are materialistic jerks.  But before cluck our tongues and say these people have their priorities mixed up, maybe we should think first.  Maybe the Thanksgiving shoppers aren’t the ones with the problem.

Maybe we are.

Pumpkins in a row

 

Faith 22 Comments

{31} Return to Me

31 Days: From Enemy to Heir

Return to Me: Day 31 of 31 Days (lalalalala!)

For Day 1, Click on the image above

When Jewel woke from her groggy haze, she saw the imposing castle looming before her eyes.  The beautiful home she had shared with her prince was terrifying.  It stood for perfection and holiness, and she was returning to its sacred halls as a ruined bride, clothed in the wedding dress she had defiled.

“I can’t go back there!” she cried.

“Jewel, you must go back.”

“But I am ruined!”

“Even more reason to return to the place where you can be restored.  Why would you resist his love when you need it most?”

She was sick with dread.  She had not considered what it would be like to return to her prince, covered in filth from the Enchanter’s kingdom, because she had not considered that she might be wrong.

Now her Advocate was leading her right through the gates, right past the sturdy walls where her betrayal was set in motion.

“Just put me down somewhere,” she pleaded, “anywhere.”  She remembered her life in the shadows, when Obscurity ruled in Jewel’s place, and she longed for some of the old, comfortable anonymity.  She thought if she could live on the fringes, tucked somewhere in the prince’s kingdom away from his gaze, she could yet survive the knowledge that she had failed him.

“Jewel, the anecdote for the Enchanter’s spell is the prince’s love.  Do not shrink from him now.  Do not let the Enchanter have that final victory.  The shame you want to wear like a covering for your nakedness is no substitute for the covering that awaits you in him.  This is where you must trust him the most.  Now, let’s go greet him.”

That’s when Jewel noticed the obvious.  She was so intoxicated by her own misery, she had not been aware of the flowing banners and abundant flowers.  She had not seen the velvet runner and the colorful flags.  Her prince had returned. 

“He is here?” she gasped.

“He returned while you were away.”

It was worse than she could have imagined.  While she was away, her prince had returned to find her absent.  Her prince had returned to find her, not waiting, but wandering into the far reaches of enemy territory.  She had no time to clean up before he saw her, no time to make amends and prove her penitence.  He would see her exactly as she was. 

She wished her Advocate had a slower gait, or that the walk through the village was longer, or that she could command the earth to open up and swallow her whole.  She had not felt this disgusted with herself when the prince rescued her from the mud because she had not known him before.

She did not have the same excuse this time.  This time, she had gone willingly.  She had betrayed him when she knew him.

Just then, her thoughts were interrupted.  They were not even half-way up the path when she heard his voice.  “Jewel!  Jewel!  You have returned to me!  Everyone, she’s here!  My bride is here!”  She saw him running, royal robes flashing, to embrace her.  Great, joyful tears welled up in his eyes.  “You have returned to me.”

Return to Me

Return to Me

The people of the kingdom rushed out of houses and shops at the sound of their prince’s voice.  They gathered around Jewel in stunned silence.  They were shocked by her appearance.  It was not hard to tell where she had been.  Some looked away, embarrassed for her.

The prince was not one of them.  He clapped his adviser on the back.  “Well done,” he said, “very well done.”  The adviser bowed slightly.

The prince turned to his bride, beaming.  “I am so happy to have you back.” 

Jewel did not know what to say.  Her infidelity blazed on her cheeks.  “I am so sorry,” she stammered.

“Your Advocate has already told me, and I am glad.  I can do something with ‘sorry,’ remember, Jewel?”

“But I took your riches for granted and I used the beauty you gave me to lead your people right over to the Enchanter’s kingdom.  And I went there myself, looking for the ill-gotten riches of my old life.  Only they weren’t there because they weren’t real, and now I have nothing to show you but the dirty rags I have made of the wedding dress you gave me.”

“Come here,” he said, but even as he said it, he moved to her as if he knew her feet were rooted to the ground and could not move.  Then he spread out the corner of his royal robe over her filthy wedding dress.  The rich purple of princely garments reached around her, wrapping her in radiance.  Her guilty rags were completely covered.

Wonderstruck whispers rippled through the throng.

“All along, your beauty was found in me.  You were rich because I am rich.  That goodness you saw in the mirror was my goodness at work in you, Jewel.  It was not your own, as you supposed it to be.  Apart from me, you are nothing.  That’s why your excursion to the Enchanter’s kingdom was in vain.”

Jewel studied her feet.

“Neither can you take anything from me, Jewel.  You cannot shame me.  Your ugliness can never mar my beauty or my goodness.  I have enough beauty and goodness to cover it all, and I have covered it.” 

“But you are just, too.  Not just beautiful and good.  How can you take me back, as if what I did was of no consequence?”

The prince’s face grew serious.  “Well, there are consequences, Jewel, and there was a punishment.  You could not have borne up under the punishment, so I took that for you.”  He turned his back to her, and Jewel saw for the first time the fierce marks of dragon claws and the brutal scars where fire licked his flesh.

Tears flooded her eyes.

“As for consequences, well, you could have been living richly this entire time, Jewel, but you chose poverty instead.  I think you can see the consequence in that.”

Jewel nodded, sober and heartbroken.

“But Jewel, return to me, and I will sweep your offenses away like a cloud.  I will clothe you with new garments, and I will love you with an everlasting love.  For I am gracious and compassionate, slow to anger, abounding in love, and relenting of evil.  You have tasted my mercy.  Now drink of my grace.”

She fell into his arms then, and the people erupted with shouts of praise.  Only their prince could take a story so hopeless and make it glorious with grace.  Only their prince could take a twisted, sorted tale and turn it into a Happily Ever After. 

THE END
*Only, this is not the end, not really.  This series will be published in its entirety in e-book format for easy printing or reading on electronic devices.  The e-book will included bonus content, including study questions and Scripture references.  For updates, please follow me on Facebook or Twitter, or subscribe by e-mail.

31 Days, Faith, From Enemy to Heir 5 Comments

{30} You Came for Me

31 Days: From Enemy to Heir

As soon as she said the words, even before—as soon as it occurred to her to cry out for help, Jewel felt a hand reach out and snatch her up.  It carried her to a place of warmth and safety.  In her unconscious haze, she could not tell where she was, only that she never wanted to leave.

She heard the voice of her Advocate, and the voice of her enemy, although they seemed far-off in her mind.

“What are you doing here?” she heard the Enchanter sneer.  “We have a deal.”

“You know perfectly well I don’t make deals with you.”

“Well, then, what are you doing here?  Visiting?”

“You have something that belongs to the prince.”

“I do?”  The Enchanter’s insolence was palpable.  “I didn’t think I could take anything from you.  Oh, unless you mean that woman of his?  Well, I didn’t take her.  She wandered here all on her own.”

“She is his bride, and you will pay for your part in deceiving her.”

“Bride?  Oh!  I’m sorry.  I didn’t see a bride here, only a tramp.  A vile, worthless tramp who didn’t need much encouragement to forget all about him.”

“That is not true.  She is clothed by the prince, and you have no right to speak such words to her.”

The Enchanter looked at Jewel’s torn, stained garments with feigned surprise.  “Do all the girls get the pretty dresses, or just the friendly ones?”

“You can talk all you want but you know you have no authority over her anymore.”

“No authority?  Funny, for someone with ‘no authority’ I seem to doing a pretty good job of entertaining your people in my kingdom.

Don’t be sad, but I think she likes me better than your prince.  Look how quickly she abandoned him for me.  Not to mention the fact that you didn’t do a very good job of keeping her home yourself.  Weren’t you supposed to be her guardian, her Advocate?  Yet all I had to do was whisper a few pretty words in her ear, and she was gone.  I don’t think she loves you very much at all.”

“I am not here because of how much she loves me. I am here because of how much I love her.”

“Well, if you ever get tired of her, I could show you a dozen more just like her.”

“Do not tempt me,” the Adviser said through clenched teeth, “or nothing on earth will be able to  hold me back from giving you a painful reminder of how this ends.”

The Enchanter sneered.  “You wouldn’t dare.”

In a flash of steel, the prince’s adviser struck the Enchanter with the broad side of his sword.  The shadowy creature flew into the air and landed with an infantile cry.  “Stop!  Please, stop!” The Enchanter screamed like the coward he was.

The Adviser placed his sword under his enemy’s throat.  “You are fortunate I am a very patient man or I would gladly run you through.  But my father and I are not willing for any one of your captive souls to be lost.  There are still some in your kingdom who will answer when I call, some who will yet be rescued, and it is for them I stay my sword.  Not you.

“And if you think you can touch the bride of the prince without repercussion, think again.  I am keeping track of every single vile thought, word, and deed you have done to her, and I will repay you a thousandfold.  One day, you will see her, spotless like I see her, and you will know the gravity of the crimes you have committed against her and the justice of my punishment to you.  Because you will be punished, and in that day, you will regret ever having laid a finger on her.”

The Enchanter quivered under the Adviser’s power.

“I will be back for you soon enough,” the Adviser said, then he, Jewel’s own faithful advocate, picked her up in his arms and ran across the rocky, rough terrain toward home.

Jewel was just beginning to come to when she felt the swift and startling movement.  “You came for me,” she said in sleepy wonder. “You came back for me.”

“No, Jewel. I did not come for you.  I never left you.”

Where can I go from your Spirit

“No…no.  I didn’t see you there.”  It was hard to form the words, but harder to stay silent when her heart was so heavy.

“You were too preoccupied to notice, but I was with you all the way.”

Jewel thought about that a moment.  “I didn’t know you would follow me so far.  I mean, I didn’t think you would go there.”

“What kind of rescuer would I be if I didn’t go where you most needed rescuing?” 

“Then, why did you let me go so far?  Why didn’t you stop me from myself?”

“I let you go just as far as you needed to go.  I let you go until you had to turn around.”

Jewel knew it was true.  She would not have come back so willingly if she had not gone so far.  She was that obstinate, that stubborn, that much in need of rescuing…still.

“I’m sorry…I’m so sorry.”  The warmth enfolded her and Jewel slipped back into the haze, grateful, at least, that she had been able to say that much.

31 Days, Faith, From Enemy to Heir 3 Comments

« Previous Page
Next Page »
I believe you can find grace for the mother you are and help to become the mother you long to be—a mom who has the freedom to choose the better things and enjoy her kids right now.

Recent Posts

  • Mr. Whitter’s Cabin
  • Stuck
  • When Your Heart is Hard Toward Your Child

Popular Posts

  • Why She's Sad on Sundays
  • Simply Homemade: Craft a Peacock Lamp Shade
  • Win a Complete Christian Preschool Curriculum! 1K Giveaway {8}
  • The Trouble with Rest
  • Painting Tile and Other Ways to Save an Ugly Fireplace
  • DIY Flax Hair Gel

Sponsored Links

Copyright © 2026 Kristen Anne Glover · All Rights Reserved · Design by Daily Dwelling

Copyright © 2026 · Flourish Theme on Genesis Framework · WordPress · Log in