As I’ve reflected on Memorial Day and the cost of our freedoms, my mind drifted back to yesterday’s service and the special by the choir, “Blades of Grass and Pure White Stones.” While the choir did a tremendous job on the song, it’s the pictures of Arlington National Cemetery that have stuck in my mind. The rows and rows of white stones and crosses that go on as far as the eye can see, each representing someone who gave their life for our freedom is astonishing. Knowing that Arlington only holds a fraction of those who have over the years given their lives in service to our great nation is nothing short of mind-boggling. Unfortunately, I am afraid we take our freedoms for granted, each of us at least for a time. I’ll confess there was a time when I was too busy with life to be concerned with the freedoms I enjoyed. But as I grew older, I came to realize that blood was shed for our freedoms, lots of blood. And today we enjoy the benefit of the combined effort of all those who gave their lives…the least we can do is remember.
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