Tomorrow our nation will pause to observe Memorial Day in remembrance of the men and women who have lost their lives in the service of our country and specifically in memory of those who perished in war.
Freedom. That’s the watchword of our republic, and while taken for granted so much of the time, it must be remembered it has been secured and maintained at a precious cost. Those who laid down their lives to protect the freedom of others deserve to be remembered.
Sunday, and each Lord’s Day, is also a Memorial Day. We gather to worship, and to give thanks, and to remember the One who laid down His life for us.
Freedom. That’s the watchword of our faith, and while taken for granted so much of the time, it must be remembered it was secured at a precious cost.
The soldiers took Him away into the palace (that is, the Praetorium), and they called together the whole Roman cohort. They dressed Him up in purple, and after twisting a crown of thorns, they put it on Him; and they began to acclaim Him, “Hail, King of the Jews!” They kept beating His head with a reed, and spitting on Him, and kneeling and bowing before Him. After they had mocked Him, they took the purple robe off Him and put His own garments on Him. And they led Him out to crucify Him. (Mark 15.16-20)
And so we assemble on our Memorial Day, to remember Jesus of Nazareth, our Lord, our Savior, our Sacrifice. We gather to remember Him who freed us from the bondage and condemnation of sin. We gather to proclaim His death as God’s gracious gift to all mankind. And we gather in sure expectation of His return to call His church to her eternal home.