“Very truly I tell you, unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed. But if it dies, it produces many seeds.” (John 12:24)
[From an earlier Memorial Day comes this comment from Andy Parker.]
Born in July 1939, while growing up, the adult male parent was often missing in our lives. Many of my friends had step-fathers because of the sacrifice of service. We knew why. Even at a young age it was deeply embedded in our lives. I have read much, history of the wars is important, too important to be ignored today. “Never again!”
While traveling once in the Netherlands I visi/ted the most eastern cemetery for American burials. Most of those fell during “Operation Market Garden.” As I walked reading the names on white crosses I noticed one gold in color. I walked over to it—a “Medal of Honor” awarded a young solider, I think last name was Cole, 18 years old. I dropped to my knees as a middle age man and wept.
Then in the distance I saw a “Star of David.” That battle continues. Please remember to pray for the peace of Jerusalem. The hatred continues and we are the “peace makers.” Do well to remember, but speak out to stop the insanity of hatred.
Love one another!
[Thank you, Andy.]
I hear what Andy is saying. I never knew my Uncle Bobby, a tail gunner on a B-24 bomber. His plane went down in July, 1944, two days before his 20th birthday. I came along in 1947 and my parents wanted to name me after him, Robert Lyman Bridegroom. Alas, my grandmother had a fit, saying “that is his name alone!” Hence I became Wayne Carter. But, my sly parents named my brother Ronald Loren = catch the RL?
Then I lost my high school football half back. I was the full back. Steve injured his knee, thus out for the season. The military took him. He came back from Vietnam in a body bag,
I know it won’t always work but I sure do wish we put as much time, etc for peacemaking as we do for war.