The Sunday Message

I thank my God every time I remember you.Philippians 1:3 (NIV)

Around Memorial Day each year I always feel a touch of sadness. Memorial Day is when we remember and honor those who paid the ultimate sacrifice while serving our country. I am proud to have known some of these people.

I will have my Memorial Day column posted early Monday morning.

I remember as a child being loaded into a car with a bunch of flowers and heading out on “decoration day” which was what my parents called Memorial Day. We would spend the day visiting the graves of relatives – some who served in the military and some who did not. I was amazed that my parents knew where everyone was buried!

I remember seeing a few graves side by side where everyone died in the same year (mother, father, sons and daughters) and my dad said the family had contracted some disease and they all died in short time.

A whole family gone – just like that.

Human life is like grass; we grow like a flower in the field. After the wind blows, the flower is gone, and there is no sign of where it was.Psalm 103:15-16 (NCV)


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