Memorial Day was Monday of this week. A day off for
many, all in the Midwest, not so much here. The unofficial start to summer with
vacations, pool openings, trips and sleeping in for children and school
workers. Memorial Day is surrounded by images and remembrances of those who
paid the ultimate price for this nation in giving their lives in service of
this country and its ideals. Those who never came and home but also those who
did. We remember their service and with inadequate words try to honor their
service with “Thank You.” The simplest things or words often are discounted as
less meaningful.
Thank you seems so small but no words can express
true gratitude. We try to pay honor through memorials made of paper in
recognition of an act or actions or in stone pillars and monuments to remember.
We may also make memorials made of wood, not simple by any means just try
carving stone or wood into something that looks like something. We try to make
it fitting but it never really fits!
In Christianity we have the memorial of wood, the
cross, the memorial of stone the empty tomb and most importantly the memorial
of life, the risen Jesus. It is life and living that memorializes the actions
of God. It was the life given that paid for the sin not the wood of the cross.
It was the life returned that conquered death and the grave not the stone of
the tomb. It is the LIFE that gives hope and meaning and purpose for a follower
of Jesus. No other memorial is fitting except a life lived to the fullest and
clearest walking in the shadow maybe the footsteps of Jesus.
This past Memorial Day one of the stations had a
marathon of war movies. I watched a few minutes of one I had never seen. It was
not one of the “happy beat back” movies but rather one of individual soldiers
living and fighting in the aftermath of battles and brokenness. They were
living. Saving Private Ryan begins and
ends with scenes from the largest military cemetery outside of the United
States located in Normandy, France overlooking Omaha beach. The story is of a
military unit looking for and fighting to find one soldier to take him home.
They struggle with the purpose and the price for such an action though out the
movie. The movie concludes with and older private Ryan bringing his family and
extended family before the cross marker of the unit’s commander to show it was
worth it. Private Ryan lived his life to honor their sacrifice to get him home.
His family was evidence of that living memorial.
As we go about each day is our life a memorial to
our family, our nation and most importantly our Savior.
Do I/you live in such a way to prove their sacrifice
was worth it?What needs to change and what is the first step to change?
In HIS Service and Yours,
Bro G