Happy Veteran’s Day to all those who are serving, and who have served, in our military. Thank you very much for your sacrifices, and the sacrifices of your families.
I’ve mentioned before that my father served in the US Navy, and was on board a ship at Pearl Harbor, Hawaii, when it was bombed on December 7, 1941. My dad didn’t talk much about his experiences in the war. Although I wish he had, I understand why he didn’t.
I asked my niece’s son, who served in Afghanistan, if he ever talked about his war experiences. No. Only with those who’d been there. I get it. How can anyone who hasn’t been there truly understand what it was like for you to go through what you went through?
There were a few things my dad did tell me. He told me how difficult it was to watch the buddy he fought next to get killed, while Dad was physically, unscathed. He told me how he walked into a restaurant, and someone he knew was shocked. They’d heard Dad’s ship was destroyed. It was, but Dad had been tendered to another ship, to take over for their deceased gunner, before Dad’s ship was hit. My father told me how much it hurt to come back to the States, the country he’d proudly fought and sacrificed for, to see a sign in front of a business that said, Sailors and dogs keep off the grass.
He put his life on the line for this?Right now, I’m researching the Tuskegee Airmen, and their contributions to winning the Double Victory. These men and women, like Dr. Bickham and Mr. Alston, Sr. who have helped me with my research, made sacrifices to defeat Hitler overseas, and Jim Crow at home. They returned to the States to face much worse than signs telling them to keep off the grass. (Please join me in praying for Mr. Alston’s family, at his passing this week.)
And here’s where Jesus comes in. Jesus left his throne in glory to come to this earth as a man, to fight for us. To win the victory over sin for us. He endured all things we as humans endure, to pay the price for our freedom from Satan’s claws of death. Jesus knew the joys. The pains. The prejudices. The humiliation. The betrayal. The love. The loss.
While I can sympathize and get upset about the unfair treatment others face, unless I’ve walked a mile in their moccasins, I cannot truly comprehend the raw emotions and pain events in their lives cause. But Jesus can. He won the victory. He is the conqueror. His death and resurrection bought our freedom. Praise God.
It’s obvious, of course, that he (Jesus) didn’t go to all this trouble for angels. It was for people like us, children of Abraham. That’s why he had to enter into every detail of human life. Then, when he came before God as high priest to get rid of the people’s sins, he would have already experienced it all himself—all the pain, all the testing—and would be able to help where help was needed. Hebrew 2:16-18 (MSG)
Know a veteran? Tell them thanks. Even better, join Sissy and me, as we create knitted and crocheted scarves to donate to VA Centers across the US. Here is a link for info on the National WWII Museum’s Knit Your Bit campaign.
I wish you well.
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