Some holidays, if I'm going to be completely honest, didn't impact me very much when I was a child. For much time growing up, they were simply excuses not to go to school (or have an assembly). I never really thought about Labor Day, Memorial Day, President's Day, or Veteran's Day for their actual meanings. Or even if I did, it was just a lesson in school or a book.
And as I grew into adulthood, some of these holidays gained new meaning, while others didn't. But no holidays changed as much for me in the past few years as Veteran's Day and Memorial Day.
Though yesterday was the actual date, as you likely know, today is the federal holiday of Veteran's Day. I've appreciated veterans for as long as I've known what they were, but that appreciation became much more real - more personal - when someone in my family made the ultimate sacrifice for my, and our, freedom.
Well, not in my BLOOD family. And it wasn't even anyone I knew very well (in fact, IF I met him, it was perhaps once or twice in passing). But this young man who gave the ultimate sacrifice for his country just over three years ago was very important to some people who were very important to me. He was a member of my church family.
Like I said before, I never knew him. But I knew - and loved - people who did. His sweet parents. His dear friends. Those who grew up with him, and those who grew up with his parents. And suddenly, the war, and its tragedies, were personal.
|My daughter at the motorcade|
Christ is like that too. I'd heard of Him - barely in passing as a child, more as I grew older. But it wasn't until it BECAME PERSONAL that it changed my life. Until he was more than a person - until He became my Savior. My friend. Until I really and truly understood His sacrifice - and that He did it for me.
Sometimes it takes death to make something personal - meaningful - to you.
I will never be the same.
We're discussing this here, and at Living By Grace today. Won't you join me?
Traveling Rough Roads With God's Strength