Veterans' Day holds special meaning for me. My Dad served in the United States Air Force - he was my hero - but it wasn't until I was an adult that I realized he was also one of our nation's heroes. My Dad passed away in January 2008, shortly before his 80th birthday. I was asked to draft the obituary for my Mom and siblings to review and approve. As I was trying to decide what to say, I remembered he had always said, "just say that I was a fighter pilot." But serving in the military goes so much deeper than that. It is true that he was a fighter pilot, that was his career and it was his passion. But my Dad, and anyone who is currently serving or has ever served in the military are protecting our God-given freedom and our inalienable rights. That is an awesome responsibility and I, for one, am eternally grateful to those men and women who, through their service, have made possible my ability to live in a country where I can freely worship God; a country where I can have a comfortable home, hot running water, indoor plumbing, a garden, pets ... whatever it is that I want and am willing to work for. This photo is just a tiny portion of a wall in San Antonio, Texas that contains the remains of some of those brave men and women. I humbly thank each and every one those who serve and their families for their sacrifices.
Joh 15:13 Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.
"Stand fast therefore in the liberty wherewith Christ hath made us free, and be not entangled again with the yoke of bondage." Galatians 5:1