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Memorial Day 2015

memorial day aToday, I finally finished my own memorial to my parents and hubby’s parents. Plants.  Plaques given at their funerals by loved ones.  Bricks.  I can now sit in my garden, study the WORD, listen to the windchimes or God’s creations, and remember those who gave me the best of themselves.

Graveyards are fine. They serve the community as a rallying point to honor those who have sacrificed for our country. It is a place to erect monuments to those who have gone before. A place for speeches, parades and memories. Humans tend to need those things. Communities tend to need those things. I just seem to need something a little closer to home. A place surrounded – not by other monuments – but by God, and the garden where He placed me.

“Celebrate the Festival of Harvest with the firstfruits of the crops you sow in your field.” — Exodus 23:16

memorial day fThe more I learn about Jewish holidays and traditions, the more I fall in love with the beginnings of my faith. This is not only Memorial Day, it is also the end of Shavuot and also Pentecost. The more I read Jewish traditions and history, the more I believe that nothing is coincidence in God’s timing. Invisible lines intersect over and over in an unending circle of love. Giving us endless clues to His fascinating character.

Shavuot had its beginning as a “first fruits” harvest – the offering of the first perfect,memorial day h unblemished fruits of the harvest being given back to the Father. Later it became the date that Moshe recieved the Torah – the first, perfect unblemished written fruit – from the Father to His children. (Interesting thought always arises in the back of my mind that perhaps this was Rabbi Yeshua’s true birthdate. God seems to like patterns, and I just have to wonder.) Pentecost – the perfect, unblemished gift of the Holy Spirit – from the Father to His children. Memorial Day (although not celebrated anymore on its original date) – a day to remember those who gave the ultimate sacrifice – past and present – to return home to Our Father.

May 24 aYesterday, the Grands and family came over for brunch. We laid on the chaise lounge that my father made long ago and identified the shapes of clouds as they drifted overhead – a pig, a dragon, an eagle… Their barefeet walked the path of the cross made of old, imperfect bricks from a long ago Loudonville street. They carefully moved the little elves from place to place in front of the stain glass window that my big brother gave to me also long ago.

Holy-days are special. It is one reason, hubby and I decided long ago to always have our pigroasts on the Sunday before Memorial Day. A day for family. A day to remember. A day to honor sacrifices made long before we were born and those still being made today by those far away. Hope you have a blessed holy-day and remember to honor the first fruits just as He remembers to honor you.grain_offering

Memorial Day 2014

When I was growing up, Memorial Day meant selling poppies, parades, ceremonies in our little town and then driving to the Gold Star Mothers shrine in Mohican forestMemorial Shrine in the Mohican Forest and family time. Memorial Day was actually celebrated (like Christmas and the 4th of July) on a specific day, May 30th. I kinda miss those special days and not just a long weekend that moves around the calendar about the same time. Poppy Princess Court

Years later, it became about hosting pig roasts, (sleepovers parties the night before with lots of kids and a few adults sitting around the bonfire pigroast Killbuckwaiting to put the pig in the ground), parades, ceremonies and more family time. Last year’s holyday brought us moving into a new home – in a new state – and a new life. This year – totally different…again. It was about nursing a tender muscle in my back, a couple of working husbands, a daughter plagued with an on-going-saga of pink eye (she was the last one to get it) and Celtic music.

Not sure why the Celtic music, You would think that I would be listening to good ol’ American music…especially “God Bless America”. But today, it was my Irish roots that seemed to fit the day, and it led me to the music video that more than fits the day. It tied the childhood memories to my quiet, Celtic musings in so many ways. Monies raised from this recording go (100%) to Gold Star Mothers according to a press release. Too me, that is as good a way to honor those who gave their all as a parade. Helping others – reaching out – sending prayers to those who have given so much for a country I love. I guess – that is Memorial Day 2014.

. “Greater love has no one than this, that one lay down his life for his friends.” Jn 15:13