We are here because someone paid a price. The highest price for freedom.
It’s not lost on me as I sit in my home office, type this on my computer, connected to the internet, taking a day off from work, sitting in shorts and drinking a cup of coffee, that I do so because so many before me stepped up to do whatever needed to be done for my freedom.
I will never know the men and women who sacrificed for me and my family. I will never get to look them in the eyes and thank them for their bravery. I will never know many of their names or even the heroic ways they died so I…so we…could live.
As an American and a Christian, my freedom came at a very high price.
As an American and a Christian, every day should be my Memorial Day.
Men and women before me, put on uniforms, marched off to battle and gave their all for you and me. Even though these brave souls didn’t know us, they believed we were worth the sacrifice.
Not too unlike these men and women, Jesus willingly went to the cross and sacrificed himself for you and me. The difference is, Jesus knew us and decided, despite us, we were worth dying for.
May we never forget the price paid for our freedom here on earth and in heaven.
Christ arrives right on time to make this happen. He didn’t, and doesn’t, wait for us to get ready. He presented himself for this sacrificial death when we were far too weak and rebellious to do anything to get ourselves ready. And even if we hadn’t been so weak, we wouldn’t have known what to do anyway. We can understand someone dying for a person worth dying for, and we can understand how someone good and noble could inspire us to selfless sacrifice. But God put his love on the line for us by offering his Son in sacrificial death while we were of no use whatever to him.