Remembering

November 15, 2018
Much of the world paused on Sunday to honour all those brave men and women who fought for their countries in war.

100 years since the end of The Great War, The War to End All Wars. It then, of course, wasn't, and Britain has been involved in conflict somewhere in the world ever since.


I find Remembrance Sunday very moving. I'm not from a military family, I have no real personal connection to the military, I have never lost anyone to war and no one I know personally is a serving member of the military. And so in some ways it is all the more incredible to me to think that so many people do willingly sign up to defend their nation. They sign up to defend my freedom, and the freedom of my children. It astounds me that in years gone by so many people left their families and their homes to travel to near-certain death. It is incredible to me that young men lied about their age in order to enlist. It's one of those things that the selfish me can't quite fathom. 

So on Remembrance Sunday we pause to honour these people. We pause out of respect for the hundreds of thousands of men and women who laid down their lives so that we could live in freedom. They didn't know us, we weren't born, we were merely a future generation yet to be conceived, and yet because of their great sacrifice we are free to fly our flags, live in peace, speak our own language and write our own words. I am so grateful for their sacrifice.

And then I also remember someone else who died so that I could live in freedom. Someone who 2000 years ago paid the ultimate sacrifice for me and for my children. Someone who willingly went to the cross so that I didn't have to. I am so grateful for His sacrifice.

"There is no greater love than to lay down one’s life for one’s friends." ~ John 15:13 (NLT)

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