Some of us seem to remember that we like to spend money at the mall.
Some of us like to remember to get out the grill and fire it up.
Some of us like to remember to put sunblock on.
Some of us like to remember our forefathers who died for our beloved country.
Some of us like to do all of the above. And why not? I remember a few years back going to the Radio City Christmas Spectacular, which features the Rockettes. http://radiocitychristmas.com/
For the life of me, I couldn't figure out what this bunch of tall, willowy, long-legged women kicking away had to do with Christmas. I got on my inner high horse and decided I didn't much care for the ostentatious, commercial presentation.
But then, something blew my mind....
I never had seen a living Nativity before that day. All of a sudden, my opinion was changed. What had seemed like sacrilege was revealed to be a most amazing tribute to Him, the King of Kings and Lord of Lords.
So, when you start feeling annoyed at the Memorial Day Sales, the smell of roasting hotdogs and sunblock, and wonder why we've gotten off track, remember...
THEY died to ensure OUR freedom. In order to honor them, should we not celebrate their lives and their triumph??
In Flanders Fields
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, M.D. (1872-1918) , Canadian Army
In Flanders Fields the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.
And, May the Souls of the Faithful Departed, through the Mercy of God, Rest in peace.
