Greetings Dear Reader,
This Holy Day changes for me every year. First let me note that it is a Holy Day and
not simply a holiday. Remembrances
surrounding death and sacrifice must remain holy and reflective.
It changes for me because of the veterans I know that the
ones who have passed. As we are finally
learning many are mortally wounded in combat but do not die for years. The stress they bring home is not treated
well and their own minds eventually claim them.
We do not do enough love and heal these walking wounded.
I feel that we continually fail to count the cost of
freedom. We do not stop and reflect we
plan picnics and camping trips. We run
to a resort while are military are still fighting. We do not do enough to honor our fallen. We do not do enough to care for our veterans.
In my own state there has been scandal over the abuse of
veterans by the VA. I personally know
people who have been shelved and refused care.
My dear friend James reminded me on Thursday how important it is to
treat this day as a day of remembrance and reflection. You are right James. I am doing that. Thank you for the reminder.
I find my wondering which topic will get more conversation today:
the rain on our grills or the loss of lives in American uniforms. If we fail to honor our veterans both the
living and the dead we fail as a nation.
We need to keep this day Holy. We
need to keep all the days that remember why we have freedom sacred. If they become days off to have a picnic and
all we celebrate is the opening of the community pool we have lost more than we
can afford. If we fail to Hallow this day we make it a Hollow one.
Wrong
Side of Heaven – Five Finger Death Punch
I spoke to God today, and she said that she's ashamed.
What have I become, what have I done?
I spoke to the Devil today, and he swears he's not to blame.
And I understood, cause I feel the same.
Arms wide open, I stand alone.
I'm no hero, and I'm not made of stone.
Right or wrong, I can hardly tell.
I'm on the wrong side of heaven, and the righteous side of
hell.
The wrong side of heaven, and the righteous side, righteous
side of hell.
I heard from God today, and she sounded just like me.
What have I done, and who have I become.
I saw the Devil today, and he looked a lot like me.
I looked away, I turned away!
Arms wide open, I stand alone.
I'm no hero, and I'm not made of stone.
Right or wrong, I can hardly tell.
I'm on the wrong side of heaven, and the righteous side of
hell.
The wrong side of heaven, and the righteous side, the
righteous side of hell.
I'm not defending, downward descending,
Falling further and further away!
Getting closer every day!
I'm getting closer every day, to the end.
To the end, the end, the end,
I'm getting closer every day!
Arms wide open, I stand alone.
I'm no hero, and I'm not made of stone.
Right or wrong, I can hardly tell.
I'm on the wrong side of heaven, and the righteous side of
hell.
The wrong side of heaven, and the righteous side of hell.
The wrong side of heaven, and the righteous side, the
righteous side of hell.
Far
From Home – Five Finger Death Punch
Another day in this carnival of souls
Another night settles in as quickly as it goes
The memories of shadows, ink on the page
And I can't seem to find my way home
And it's almost like
Your heaven's trying everything
Your heaven's trying everything
To keep me out
All the places I've been and things I've seen
A million stories that made up a million shattered dreams
The faces of people I'll never see again
And I can't seem to find my way home
Cause it's almost like
Your heaven's trying everything to break me down
Cause it's almost like
Your heaven's trying everything to keep me out
Cause it's almost like
Your heaven's trying everything to break me down
Cause it's almost like
Your heaven's trying everything
Your heaven's trying everything to break me down
To break me down
To break me down
Your heaven's trying everything
Your heaven's trying everything to break me down
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer
who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home
owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure
store.”
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