In honor of all those men and women who faithfully served our country, in honor of all those brave souls who died in the midst of battle or the scars incurred during battle, in honor of those who men and women who lived through such battles and eventually died in peace, we say thank you and remember them. This past week, Bob Papendieck, our cemetery sexton, placed flags by the graves of those buried in our Long Lake cemetery, and who served our country. Every cemetery in the countryside and cities will be displaying flags. We will not be able to miss this scene across America. As a chaplain who has buried many a veteran, I have witnessed the flow of memories ebbing out as tears from the faces of many families. Memories and tears have etched their way into the fabric of America and especially on Memorial Day, we will not forget. Many Americans never made it home and this poem captures those souls lost to American soil:
 
In Flanders fields the poppies blow 
 Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead.
Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hand we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though grow
In Flanders fields.
         John McCrae
 
 
 
In Christ,
 Pastor Ron