On Memorial Day we remember those who died as we honor those who live. We watch Flags of our Fathers and thank God it was them and not us. A friend of mine said that every man in our generation (Boomers) should be forced to watch Saving Private Ryan to understand what our dads and their friends went through.
My wife and I love the men and women who are serving, or have served, in the military. Vicki is an introvert, but she’ll walk up to a total stranger in uniform and fight back tears as she thanks him or her for serving. More than once she has called over a waitress to ask for the check of some serviceman she’s never met. “Just tell them it’s been taken care of” she’d say. A couple of weeks ago she went to a local bakery run by a husband and wife (both former military) who send thousands of cookies to places you will never see and whose name you cannot pronounce. Give them an address and they’ll bake and box and ship. They charge some minimal fee that does not cover their costs.
Look around your small group. Think about your neighbors. Walk around your workplace. Who do you know who has served?
My brother was a Captain in the Army. He trained men who fought and died in Vietnam. My friend Steve was a member of the honor guard in Washington, DC in the early ‘60’s and personally escorted LBJ in and out of JFK’s funeral. Jim was the first Asian-American two-star General. Rick spent the end of the cold war commanding a submarine under the Med.
Three good friends spent their time in the air: Craig flew Harriers for the Marines; Don, a Canadian, flew fighter jets and worked on the (then) ultra-super-top-secret Blackbird; Frank flew choppers for the army in Iraq. (When he came home a couple hundred people showed up.)
These are some of the finest people I know, and their service continues in the kingdom. Rick leads Seeker small groups and trains leaders in evangelism. Craig was the best Small Group Coach I ever had. Steve has personally counseled more troubled men than anyone can count… as a volunteer. “General Jim” leads a table of five or six guys at a monthly men’s breakfast.
A couple of years ago I got to baptize a young Marine named Ben who accepted Christ at boot camp. The only time he could do it before he shipped out was New Year’s Day. In Chicago. I pictured us chipping a hole out of the ice in Lake Michigan. It would not have bothered this tough PFC a bit. It would have bothered me. I found a Willow Creek family with an indoor exercise pool who opened their house to strangers to celebrate a 2,000 year old sacrament. Not only was Ben’s extended family there, so was General Jim. And Frank the Pilot, with his wife and kids (Frank left for a year in Iraq the next day).
There are lots of things that you can do as an individual to support someone who is serving… or the family left behind. There is more you can do as a group. One neighborhood group at Willow took care of a year’s worth of errands, lawn care (and snow removal) for a temporarily-single mom and kids.
Ship some cookies. Buy a meal for a stranger. Welcome home somebody you’ve never met. Mow a lawn, run for groceries, babysit.
Remember.