This weekend's gospel (Mark 12:38-44) speaks of the woman who was praised by Jesus because she gave to the treasury at the temple from her poverty (2 small coins that didn't amount to much), something of much greater value compared to others who gave only a little from their excess. As we celebrate Remembrance Day (or Veteran's Day for my American friends)- we take a moment to acknowledge and honor all those who gave or have risked all they had, even down to their last breath for our freedom, for our protection and to give us a chance to live a happy life. We acknowledge the sacrfices they (and their families) have made and we promise never to forget them. Below is a musical setting of the famous poem "In Flanders Fields" that I love to do with my students in choir.
I have always found Remembrance Day services deeply moving. We are so inspired when we hear stories of heros, risking their lives for the good of others. St. Maximillan Kolbe, St. Gianna Molla, St. Isaac Jogues (and companions) and St. Edith Stein all come to my mind first but there are many many more throughout history. Their stories are remarkable, ones of great love poured out for others, all of which should point us to the greatest model of martyrdom throughout all time - Jesus Christ.
Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends - John 15:13
"I am the good shepherd. The good shepherd lays down his life for the sheep - John 10:11
"For by one offering he has made perfect forever those who are being consecrated" - Hebrews 10:14
Lord Jesus, as we celebrate and honor the selfless sacrifices made by our soldiers past and present, may they always point us to you, your Passion and Resurrection. May we know your love and your promise of salvation and eternal happiness for ALL God's children. Amen!
They shall grow not old
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
From Laurence Binyon's poem For the Fallen, written in September 1914
Great blog, looking forward to the next post!
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