I recall Thanksgiving 1983 as the worst one of my life. It came about six months after the death of our younger son. It was midnight hour in the valley of the shadow of death. The shock had worn off, and I was trying to accept the unacceptable. I could not imagine life ever becoming good again. On Thanksgiving Day we gathered for dinner with relatives at the home of my wife's parents. Routinely, they called on me, as the only pastor in the family, to offer the Thanksgiving prayer. I bowed my head, but words wouldn't come. I could not say "thank you" when I was anything but grateful. Some sensitive relative understood my problem, and offered the prayer. Have you ever had such a moment when God seemed distant and prayer almost pointless? Have you experienced a time when heaven seemed to be…