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“…a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace.”~Ecc 3:8
On the 10th day of this transition month, my heart is full of gratitude for the Veterans who have stood in the gap for the freedom that the rest of us enjoy.
From the Revolutionary War to all the skirmishes that continue in our war-torn world of today. there are those who use their talents, gifts and blessings to honor those who have gone before them – whether out of love for country or love of the principles – or family tradition – they sacrifice what the rest of us do not: time, family life, easy continuity, safety, images that haunt their steps all their days and nights……
“The willingness with which our young people are likely to serve in any war, no matter how justified, shall be directly proportional to how they perceive the Veterans of earlier wars were treated and appreciated by their nation.”~President George Washington
How can I not be thankful and full of inexpressible gratitude to those who volunteer to serve – not drafted – not paid a lot of money – far from home and all its comforts – willing to lay down their life for me? How can I not bow my head and offer a prayer of thankfulness for those who serve now and those who have served in the past?
“The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here.” — Abraham Lincoln
While women may not have always been on the battle lines, some have always sacrificed in their own ways out of their own talents, gifts and blessings. Almost all wars have accounts of women working behind the scenes – serving as spies – healing those injured – making uniforms and flags – traveling to bring much needed food, water and supplies. In fact – it is partly due to a woman poet, Moina Belle Michaels, and the use of her talents, gifts and blessings, that we wear a poppy to honor our Veterans and have a day to honor Veterans of all wars. Besides working during the WWI, she was moved to work with disabled Vets when they returned home. It was her poem that struck a chord and began a movement that was eventually separated from Memorial Day and named “Veterans Day” by President Eisenhower in 1954.
“There is no greater love than this: that a person would lay down his life for the sake of his friends.”~Jn 15:13
So as I prepare to transition into November 11, my heart continues to hope that someday, we won’t have to walk this path any more. But until that day – I am thankful for the watchman – watch-person if we want to be PC compliant – who stands on the wall of freedom – their sword ready by their side, their eyes always watching – waiting – and prepared to do whatever it takes to protect this precious gift of choice – FREEDOM.
“He will judge between the nations and will settle disputes for many peoples. They will beat their swords into plowshares and their spears into pruning hooks. Nation will not take up sword against nation, nor will they train for war anymore.”~Is 2:4

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5 of 7: HOPE

hope4 of 7: HOPE. Tonight is a hard night to write – there is a musical on TV and my focus is not where it is supposed to be right now. Sigh! Earlier, when I was outside, enjoying the warmth of the spa and watching the moon play peek-a-boo behind the clouds, the words were writing themselves in my head. For some reason, things are always much clearer for me under a tree, basking in the sun or (as it was tonight), sitting under a cloudy sky. When life turns topsey-turvey and the heart is torn between the choices of righteousness and the world, I tend to wander outside and look up. Hoping to see more clearly. Hoping to hear more clearly. Hoping to reach just a little higher…..

LINCOLNIt is rumored between various diaries and jourals of the time, that President Lincoln used to walk the halls when big decisions weighed on his mind. As he wrestled with the decision to emancipate the slaves, I fear he must hae worn a hole in the rugs. I’m sure he had advisors on both sides telling him whatever decision he made would destroy the union,which at that time if you remember, was less than a 100 years old. A month before he issued the Emancipation Proclamation, he went before Congress and stated,

“We know how to save the Union…we here — hold the power, and bear the responsibility. In giving freedom to the slave,…We shall nobly save, or meanly lose, the last best HOPE of earth. Other means may succeed; this could not fail. The way is plain, peaceful, generous, just — a way which, if followed, the world will forever applaud, and God must forever bless.”. ~Pres Abraham Lincoln, December 1, 1862.

150+ years later, the “last best HOPE of earth [mankind]” is a phrase that is tossed yeshua high priestaround often by new politicians and pundits, but these days its reference is the United States itself. As if we had any power at all to save the world…to save a group of people…or change a life. HOPE, in this case, has become a noun. It is no longer actively pursuing “the HOPE” that was given to the world (if you get the metaphor). HOPE that became a man. HOPE that was the perfect expression of God’s will on earth. The HOPE that was the foundation of this nation. That was the “last best HOPE of earth”.

I like to think that President Lincoln was referring to the real “last best HOPE of earth” as he wrote his address to Congress, but that is just me. Perhaps as the weight of the presidency leaned on him, he found a place to lean, and according to many sources, that is fairly accurate assessment. In any case, to me that “last best HOPE of earth” is still watching, still holding out His hand, still waiting to see what we will choose. It is still a verb. It is still HOPING that we will reach back and walk with Him “…on earth as it is in heaven…”