We have a choice. We live in a culture where we are all critics. It is an easy trap to fall into to judge people. We don’t like to use the word “judge” but that is what it is all about. Jesus is clear that we shouldn’t live that way.
The choice to make is love. We must love and not judge.
“If you judge people, you have no time to love them.”~~ Mother Teresa
It is easier to deal with someone who clearly hates you than someone who just doesn’t care. We have an enemy who hates us and yet we go through most days ignoring that. We have a Father who loves like there is no tomorrow. Humans seem to have the unique capacity for apathy.
May I love like my Father.
“The opposite of love is not hate, its indifference.” ~~C.S. Lewis
We are called to love by our Master Jesus. That is an every moment kind of calling. It is a lot of little things. Of course, in God’s world, that adds up to a lot.
In this life we cannot always do great things. But we can do small things with great love. -Mother Teresa
I will never forget the sacrifices he made for me. He didn’t talk about it a lot. You could tell, when he did, there was a lot pain associated with what he saw and did.
I learned so much from my Dad. He was in the artillery in WWII. What an amazing man.
He fought for my liberty. He paid a price for his service but he was proud he served. He knew the very real danger and disaster that would occur if he didn’t.
My dad made a difference in the world.
“This will remain the land of the free only so long as it is the home of the brave.” Elmer Davis
“It is easy to take liberty for granted, when you have never had it taken from you.” Dick Cheney
My father (Everett Wiley Wilson) served in WWII. This is the flag that was draped on his coffin. God bless men and women like my dad who serve our country with honor.
We miss you.
These heroes are dead. They died for liberty – they died for us. They are at rest. They sleep in the land they made free, under the flag they rendered stainless, under the solemn pines, the sad hemlocks, the tearful willows, and the embracing vines. They sleep beneath the shadows of the clouds, careless alike of sunshine or of storm, each in the windowless Place of Rest.
Earth may run red with other wars – they are at peace. In the midst of battle, in the roar of conflict, they found the serenity of death.
I have one sentiment for soldiers living and dead: cheers for the living; tears for the dead. ~Robert G. Ingersoll