Today, I make my Sacrament of Thanksgiving. I pass before me the mainsprings of my heritage: the fruits of the labors of countless generations who lived before me, without whom my own life would have no meaning; the seers who saw visions and dreamed dreams; the prophets who sensed a truth greater than the mind could grasp, and whose words could only find fulfillment in the years which they would never see; the saviors whose blood was shed with a recklessness that only a dream could inspire and God could command. For all these I make an act of thanksgiving this day. Amen.