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Saturday, May 23, 2015

The Cost Of Freedom

Behind my twin brother Opal’s flat tombstone at the Granby, Missouri Cemetery is another  stone placed by the USA Military, honoring his service during the Vietnam War. I have the triangular-folded flag given to my mom at the grave site. A survey of the cemetery will reveal  others who served, some making the ultimate sacrifice for freedom.

We should never forget the cost of freedom. We should never forget our heritage  --  where we came from and the roots that shaped our lives. Many of us were rooted in Jesus Christ.

There’s an empty tomb outside Jerusalem,  a ways from the blood-stained cross of Calvary. On Memorial Day I don’t have to go to Jerusalem and look into the tomb to know that Jesus is alive. I will never forget, because He lives within my heart.

Matthew 28:5  And the angel answered and said unto the women, Fear not ye: for I know that ye seek Jesus, which was crucified. [6] He is not here: for he is risen, as he said. Come, see the place where the Lord lay.