Here in the US, today is Memorial Day — a day to remember, honor and mourn those who have given their lives protecting our country and our freedoms.
Over the years, it has become less a day of remembering and more a day of partying, celebrating the start of summer.
Psalm 78: 1-3, 6 (NLT)
O my people, listen to my instructions.
Open your ears to what I am saying,
for I will speak to you in a parable.
I will teach you hidden lessons from our past—
stories we have heard and known,
stories our ancestors handed down to us …
so the next generation might know them—
even the children not yet born—
and they in turn will teach their own children.
Remember. Honor history. Tell their stories.
Their stories are forgotten
to me and thee and you
because their cause was rotten,
but their bravery was true
and maybe they had families
and maybe they had friends
who found no balm of sweet release
when these met their ends
in caves of the Ryukus
or on an Ardennes field.
What they fought for bears no excuse,
but maybe we should yield
a few tears for the hated foe
from those wars, oh, so long ago.
War = tears. Thank you, Andrew.
Happy Memorial Day
Thank you, Emily.
May we remember Freedom is not free!
May we love God and our country ! We are all one in His Kingdom!
One in Christ, yes!
Thank you for this! Oral tradition, like most art forms, is being lost. My children (now adults) have long ago tired of my stories. On this day in particular, I bristle at the over abundance of “partying” and the overtime lack of remembrance. My Granddaddy is buried in France, in the largest American Cemetery. A young lieutenant with a brand new baby at home…robbed of the life he had and the life he (and, we) would have lived. Mama never knew him and he never held her. Freedom is NOT free!
Remembering … personal for you.