Yesterday was Veterans Day. I have been privileged to know
many who have served in our country’s various armed forces. My maternal
grandfather and my dad were sailors. I spent time on Parris Island and near
Camp Lejeune working among Marines, and to this day I find myself standing
straighter whenever I come across a sailor or Marine — retired or active duty.
I am thankful our country finally seems to be on board in
supporting our country’s servicemen. Most of those with whom I am familiar are
humble and don’t seek notoriety at all, but I am glad they receive it, even if
it may be once annually.
Last night we went to a hockey game. Many of the pregame
activities focused on Veterans Day stories. I realize the older I have become
that the more freely emotional I have become: I sat there through pregame with
hot tears streaming down my cheeks.
For years I have had a hard time getting through our
National Anthem or Eternal Father (Navy Hymn) without tears welling up, but last
night was much more emotional.
“Join with me in suffering, like a good soldier of Christ
Jesus. No one serving as a soldier gets entangled in civilian affairs, but
rather tries to please his commanding officer” (2 Timothy 2:3–4).
Yesterday served as a reminder of those who have served, and
those who continue to serve, our great country. We should use opportunities
like these to call to mind those who faithfully served the Lord. Most without
due recognition because, quite honestly, that is the nature of a servant (Mark
10:44–45).
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