"Thoughts, meditations, and musings about living the GodLife"

Sunday, May 30, 2010

Medals of Honor

Yesterday I conducted a wedding ceremony for a young bride marrying a Marine. He wore his dress blues to the wedding which, of course, always appears very impressive. I admire greatly all of our military, but I have special ties with the Marines because my son was in the Marine Corps for four years with two tours to Iraq. I still believe that their uniforms are the most impressive and heart-stirring of all the military branches!

This young Marine wore a string of five medals on his chest which made his appearance even more impressive. It took me back a number of years ago to my father, who was a WWII veteran from the Army. After participating in the war in Europe my father left the Army to pursue a civilian life and raise a family (I'm glad for my sake!). But one of the remnants of his time in the Army was never really recovered - his medals. He had never received any of the medals that he was due from his time serving our country in Europe.

He ran across a fellow church attender, who was also a WWII veteran, who proceeded to tell him that he mailed off to the Veterans Administration to request his medals. Thirty years after serving in WWII he was sent those medals upon which he showed them to my Father. After obtaining all the information he needed to mail the Veterans Administration, Dad finally received his six medals from WWII some 30 years after the fact.

At the time Julie and I were living in Pennsylvania and so on one of our visits back to Toledo, Dad's eyes gleamed as he prompted me, "Do you want to see something?" He went into the back room and pulled out a number of small boxes and proceeded to proudly show me all of his medals. I said, "Dad, why don't you let me take your medals back with me to Pennsylvania, and I will have them professionally mounted for you so that you can proudly show them off." He was very reluctant, but finally gave them to me and so I took them home and proudly had them mounted in a glassed-enclosed wall display.

Upon my next visit (we usually visited twice a year) I took the mounted medals as a gift to present him and he proudly hung them over the his chair in the living room. Even today 15 years after he died, they still hang in my mother's living room.

When we become Christians, God gives us a special gift - medals to hang proudly for others to see. These medals aren't made of gold or silver with multi-colored ribbons. These are His medals of mercy, grace, faithfulness, forgiveness, and love. In a world that's constantly consuming our energy and attention, we have forgotten each one of these badges of honor given to us just because we are His children. God wants to remind us this Memorial Day Weekend to bring the medals out of the boxes and display them for all the world to see. Let them know that we are His children!

This special weekend I want to honor my Father, my Father-in-law, my Brother-in-law, my Brother, my Son and the countless thousands of others who have served our country with courage and honor and commitment.

There aren't enough medals to express our gratitude!

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

This One Thing

I love the scene in the movie City Slickers where Billy Crystal's character, Mitch, is alone with Curly, played by Jack Palance. Curly is giving Mitch some life advice:

Curly: Do you know what the secret of life is? (holds up one finger) This.
Mitch: Your finger?
Curly: One thing. Just one thing. You stick to that and the rest don't mean s***.
Mitch: But what is the "one thing?"
Curly: That's what you have to find out.

What's your one thing?

Your job, your family, your church...there could be a variety of responses. Perhaps there could even be a number of answers within yourself as to what that "one thing" could me. Our days are inundated with activity, responsibilities, places to go, people to see, with leisure to fit in somewhere. In the midst of the swirling sea that "one thing" becomes blurred into "just these things."

Our examination of Christianity seems to simplify the answer to the question...at least on the surface for Christ-followers. "My one thing is God." The answer seems honorable and is politically correct for a religious-minded practitioner. Yet even for the average church-attender, "this one thing" can become uncertain. Is my one thing serving in the church or is it my attendance? Is my focus Bible study and my small group or is it giving my money in the offering? Is my one thing participating in weekend worship or is it delivering bags of food to the needy?

"Just one thing" again confuses the issue and has become "just these things."

Our lives take up the mantel to support our philosophical rational to religion by twirling multiple spiritual plates daily. More often than not, plates fall off now and then with a loud crash. We feel the guilt of failing in the eyes of God and quickly try to place even more plates upon the sticks, frantically twirling with new spiritual activity to please God. Our "one thing" is spinning as many spiritual tasks as possible to please God.

Meanwhile God softly whispers and asks us a question: "Do you know what the secret of life is? The secret is just one thing...and that one thing is listening to my heartbeat. It's being with me and experiencing my love and total acceptance. It's quieting sitting in my lap and feeling my arms around you rocking you gently. It's knowing me as your Daddy."

His whisper is not even heard because of my frantic spiritual plate-spinning. Busyness is priority as spiritual points are calculated by my being faithful. Doing has replaced being. The busier the better...God will then love and accept me more. I have got only one life to accumulate enough points for God to smile on me and for others to honor me. My "To-do List" is never completed and my "To-want List" is always looming in my mind. Gotta add more...gotta stay busy...

His whisper is now background noise...a murmur...an insignificant voice among louder shouts that lure me like a siren. The shouts are all I hear.

"Just one thing" has seemed to disappear.

But as the voices dissipate, in loving patience God appears...waiting...for me to rediscover "just one thing."