Thank you Veterans. You’re great. I appreciate your service to our country. We get things wrong sometimes, but you serve us none the less. Thank you. You say goodbye to your family more frequently than I could imagine. You have difficult conversations often. You try to manage a marriage near and far. Marriage is work (fun work, but work), so I can’t imagine trying to make marriage great with the added pressure of making a country safe.
A Veteran at church said something very important. He said don’t forget to thank the spouses of Veterans. They go through more than you could ever imagine, they serve just as much we do.
So spouses of Veterans, thank you. I personally have had no desire to date anyone in any service because of the risks. Because I don’t want to miss them and be apart, I didn’t want to date anyone in the service. So thank you. You take the risks. You make the sacrifice. You endure the time away for the sake of a better America.
Thank you for your service Veterans and families of Veterans. It’s your sacrifices that make America the land of the free and the home of the brave.
Where there is no love, there is no point. Let every you do be done with love. We may argue whether or not that’s possible. Who loves doing dishes? Who loves cleaning up, right?
But I don’t think it’s the task we’re supposed to love. It’s being able to help that we’re supposed to love. I don’t have to love doing the dishes in order to love the fact that doing them will make someone else feel better.
A lot of times we think that because we don’t love it, we can’t do it with love. That’s just not true. We tend to think that if we’re not in love with the task, we shouldn’t even have to attempt doing it. However, I believe this verse means that we do things out of love.
I may be wrong, but I’m sure that out of all that Jesus was able to do on Earth, washing the disciples’ feet wasn’t done because He loved washing feet. And that is the point. Setting an example of love and sacrifice was more important than anything to Christ.
What does it mean for you to be able to do for others? It means serving, serving means sacrifice and sacrifice is love. At the end of the day, if you’re not willing to sacrifice, some would argue whether or not you’re even willing to love.
And where there is no love, there is no point… is there?
1 Corinthians 16:14 And do everything with love.
Do you ever think about how extreme and foolish the people who wanted Jesus crucified were? They seemed pretty bloodthirsty, and they didn’t seem to mind.
23 “Why?” Pilate demanded. “What crime has he committed?” But the mob roared even louder, “Crucify him!” 24 Pilate saw that he wasn’t getting anywhere and that a riot was developing. So he sent for a bowl of water and washed his hands before the crowd, saying, “I am innocent of this man’s blood. The responsibility is yours!”
25 And all the people yelled back, “We will take responsibility for his death—we and our children!”
Wow, right? We want him dead. We want it to be our fault. And we want our children to be held responsible too. We want all the “credit” for this. But I think we all know the funny thing about credit. It’s really debt.
Which of them realized that their charge against Christ was the debt that He was on His way to pay for them? Do you?
As I read all that Christ endured, for me, I’m brought to tears. I’m nearly brought to shame in the behavior of mankind, mostly because that behavior is still alive today. And I just love Jesus. I think about how much I am not like Him, and I want to be. I really do. But he was so wonderful. He set such a great example for our ordinary lives, by enduring His extreme trials.
Let’s check this out:
12 But when the leading priests and the elders made their accusations against him, Jesus remained silent. 13 “Don’t you hear all these charges they are bringing against you?” Pilate demanded. 14 But Jesus made no response to any of the charges, much to the governor’s surprise.
When I’m right, it takes all that I have not to acknowledge how right I am. When I’m wrong, I still want to explain my perspective. But here we have Jesus, God, refusing to gloat. He’s refusing to state His case, although He has every right to if He wants to.
How divine is that? To know there is no need to prove your innocence or divinity, because you are God. What an example.
He was oppressed and treated harshly, yet he never said a word. He was led like a lamb to the slaughter. And as a sheep is silent before the shearers, he did not open his mouth.
I really want to approach the story of Christ’s crucifixion from a different perspective. I’ve been in prayer and asking God, that I not approach it as a story I’ve read many times, but as a part of my own biography. It may not be an event that I saw, but it was for me that He was there. It’s not just for the history books, it’s for my present and future.
The day that Christ was crucified is a pinnacle day in my own life story. Although it is a Bible story from many years ago, its purpose was and is for me. His crucifixion and resurrection are the events that make His life as a perfect sacrifice the final piece. Therefore, these events are what make my salvation the final piece.
To separate this story from my own personal biography would be in a sense, to separate salvation from my own narrative. And without salvation, without forgiveness, without God’s love, I am nothing.
One thought I’ve had recently was how hard it had to have been for Jesus to be a carpenter. Not because of the workload, although we all know that can be hard. But I think it might have been difficult because of the daily reminders He received.
How would you like for your profession to remind you of the brutal sacrifice you had to make?
This, for me, is just another example of Christ’s love for me. Every day, his job required him to take a hammer to a nail, nailing boards of wood together.
Do we for one second think that He never had the thought of the nails that would pierce His own perfect hands one day? Do we not think that for once, with the impact of His swing, He didn’t think of the impact of someone else’s as they nailed Him to a cross?
I wonder if He ever accidentally hit his finger or thumb. Or if that splinter of wood in his hand was all too irritating until He thought about what was to come.
Christ the Savior knew what He had to do. But Jesus the man lived with the reminders of what was to come.