In the last days the mountain of the LORD’s temple will be established as chief among the mountains; it will be raised above the hills, and peoples will stream to it. Many nations will come and say, “Come, let us go up to the mountain of the LORD, to the house of the God of Jacob. He will teach us his ways, so that we may walk in his paths.” The law will go out from Zion, the word of the LORD from Jerusalem. He will judge between many peoples and will settle disputes for strong nations far and wide. They will beat their swords into plowshares and their spears into pruning hooks. Nation will not take up sword against nation, nor will they train for war anymore. Every man will sit under his own vine and under his own fig tree, and no one will make them afraid, for the LORD Almighty has spoken. (Micah 4:1–4, NIV 1984).
My Musings – Today is Memorial day in the United States. A day we remember those who fell in battle to preserve the liberty of others. Most of us have someone to commemorate, a sad commentary of a world that has known nothing but “wars and rumors of war.” My Uncle, was among those who fell in World War II.
As best as we have been able to determine, my Uncle crossed the English channel with the invading forces on D-Day, landing on Utah beach with the rest of the 357th Infantry Regiment. He survived those battles, but over two days in early July (6th and 7th) they engaged the enemy in close quarter trench warfare (so close that each side could only use their artillery sparingly for fear of hitting their own troops). They fought until they ran out of ammunition and could fight no more. Unable to be re-supplied, their only option was surrender or be slaughtered.
“Someone ordered us to surrender, probably one of the remaining sergeants, maybe Brewer…Then all hell broke loose. Someone had ordered artillery fire on the town…my next conscious awareness that of lying flat in the middle of the street, shells exploding around me…Someone dragged Earl Brewer next to me. The shell which had hit me in the legs and one arm had torn his chest open. My friend and sergeant looked up at me pleadingly…He tried to say something, then his eyes rolled back and he died…I have thought of Earl many times in recent years. We shared the most significant, traumatic month of our lives, enduring countless artillery barrages, struggling against the sheer misery of life on the battlefield, and then our final battle, the artillery falling among us. Earl and I were side by side until that fateful instant in which the shards of steel hit me in the leg and Earl in the chest. Just like that, I to survive the Great Adventure and live a long and productive life, Earl to die.” (“Making Sense of Normandy, by E. Carver McGriff, 2007).
My Advice – Until that day, “you will [continue to] hear of wars and rumors of wars, but see to it that you are not alarmed. Such things must happen, but the end is still to come. Nation will rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom.” (Matthew 24:6–7, NIV). Nevertheless, and strangely enough, as we await that day we can have peace. “Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.” (John 14:27, NIV 1984). Do you have that peace? Christ died to give it to you.