Bill and Stella, his beautiful and supportive wife of more years than I’ve been in existence, brought me to tears this Sunday service as they sang He Did it All for Me. I searched to find the best video/clip I could to share this wonderful tribute to God and to those who have (and are) serving to bring us the freedom we have. I did find one version I liked better but the video was not one for the masses. If you would like to see the clip I am talking about here is the alternative link (but I warn you now this is a very explicit video) He Did it All for Me (EXPLICIT IMAGES).
As I sit here, listening, I find my heartstrings pulled tight, my thoughts wandering away from my blog to what this “holiday” is representing – recalling those that have stepped out onto the battlefield of freedom to give all of us the ability to live the lives we seek. I think of God’s sacrifice, Jesus’ pain, and Mary’s. A mother to have to watch her child be so cruelly treated all in the name of giving you, me, our children, our founding fathers the ability to make mistakes and not be punished, to live freely, to live honestly. To quote from Bill’s sermon, “Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends,” — John 15:13. And God see’s every person as his friend. He holds no prejudice against any of us. All he asks is that we live in honor of his teachings, his sacrifices, and his values. Really a small thing to ask when he has given us so much.
All our service men and women have asked for in return for their call to duty, to protect us and all we have, is nothing. They sacrifice their own freedom, their own lives, their time away from seeing their children grow or spending time with their loved ones, and ask for nothing from us. Through the course of history our battles have been bloody, have taken many lives both innocent and not. The battles have been fought for just reasons and then again some fought were marred with unjust reasoning. Passion is not unjust but can be unkind and forces us into places we just do not belong. And through it all, our men and women step up without question to do what they are asked. They follow their leaders where they are told to go. They believe they are their serving country and serving God.
Where do our boundaries lay? When do we step up and say enough? When does the price of freedom become too high? The debt to vast? The river too red?
To all those whom have served, thank you.
To all those whom have supported, thank you.
To all those whom have never cast away someone who followed their guide without question, thank you.
To all those whom have passed, you are remembered.
To all those whom have survived, you are remembered.
To all those whom will never hold your loved one, you are embraced.
To all those whom will never be touched by your Mom or Dad, you are embraced.
To all those whom forget, we will help you remember.
Let’s take this walk together.
To my Daddy, I love you and miss you. I was one of the lucky ones whose Daddy came home and old age took him to his final place of rest. I will always feel the lucky one.