First, happy Memorial Day (here in the U.S.). “Happy” and remembering those who have died may seem oxymoronic; it is not.
I have stood among the beautiful rolling hills, the green wild grass blowing fresh and clean, stood there on a gentle rise of earth, under a large tree, overlooking a valley, the only sound the wind and the music of birds in the morning, stood there in view of that farmhouse where love brought peace and harmony and where children took their first breaths, playing, laughing, free.
The farmstead is now a museum that contains instruments and implements and devices designed for death.
“It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us, that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion; that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain.” — Abraham Lincoln, A.D. 1863, Gettysburg, PA.
Yes, Mr. Lincoln, let us take increased devotion to that cause for which there has been a death, and other deaths, and the determined demise of metaphorical muck and mire, and the end of much, so that our blessed beginning beckons us into our forever freedom.
“For freedom Christ has set us free. Stand firm, therefore, and do not be subject again to a yoke of slavery” (Galatians 5:1).
Death, thou art vain to think thou rulest any kingdom, above or below. Be gone! We who stand firm together shall honor but one death, the lamb with no blemish, who liveth again and hast forever.
‘Tis our latent memory, perhaps, but let us be reminded again today.
Happy Memorial Day . . .