Yesterday was designed to be a day of remembering.
For centuries, people have taken time to remember and honor those who have lost their lives in service to their country. 431 B.C. was one of the first known “Memorial Days”, as Pericles, the general of Athens gave a public speech honoring those who died for the cause in the Peloponnesian War.
Memorial Day in the US was celebrated each year on May 30 beginning after the American Civil War in 1868, thanks to the influence of General John A. Logan. In 1971, the official date was changed from May 30 to the last Monday in May, to make it more convenient to celebrate on a three-day weekend.
At the end of this post, I share a link to an article you history buffs might find to be quite informative.
But the heart of this post today is to go beyond historical facts, and to ask a few questions about the whole act of remembering great acts of sacrifice made by humans in the military, and even more so, by Jesus on the cross.
It’s graduation time. Preschool graduations, middle school, high school and college graduations. I think I’ve seen more square tasseled caps and gowns on Facebook this week than I can remember in years past.
It makes me a bit nostalgic as I think of my graduations.
I don’t remember having a preschool graduation. Did we even do preschool back then? We must have been smarter than 3-5 year-olds are today and not needed it. 🙂
I do remember my first week of kindergarten though. A boy kissed me in front of all the other kids, and it was the most humiliating experience of my five-year-old life up until that point.
This Mother’s Day was a special one for me. In Mother’s Days past, not being a mom (but really wishing I was) has made for some tough times for me.
There was the getting out the boxing gloves to fight off the envy while scrolling through loads of mom-with-kids photos on Facebook.
Then there was the “Suck it up and be grateful!” drill sergeant voice I would hear in my head, crashing my pity party and reminding me that at least I have the gift of having a wonderful mom – something many others have never had, or had and wish she was still with them.
But this year was different. There was peace.
This past Saturday, my mom’s side of the family celebrated the life of the woman I’ve always known as “Grandma Toe”, who passed away at the age of 98 the week before.
There are a handful of thoughts and questions that always come to mind when I’m at a funeral that always make me think, “Wow, I should really think of this every day, and not just at funerals.”
In honor of Grandma, who is probably holding a dog in one hand and a cat in the other while gazing at the beauty of our Savior right at this moment, I’d like to share these six thoughts.
In light of the National Day of Prayer coming this Thursday (May 4th), I wanted to dive more into what Jesus says about prayer, so I turned to Matthew chapter 6, where we find “The Lord’s Prayer”.
I invite you to watch the video, and ask yourself the following questions: