Memorial Day is a time to remember that we are mostly a decent people. No measure of decency can compete with this divine insight from the Gospel of John: “Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.” We have patriot graves all over the world that are testament to the greatest love. Their headstones are a rebuke to today’s insidious malcontents who seem to have a grip on the cultural gateways of today. As they besmirch the nation and anybody older than them, these graves are the ultimate censure. They died so others might live, live in Lincoln’s “last best hope of earth”.
We should not forget that ours is a good nation, not a perfect one. Nothing touched by the hand and mind of man is without fault, including, and most poignantly, the fevered beliefs of those who would tear it all down in their profound ignorance. There are too many in graveyards scattered around the country and world who practiced that greater love. Today, we honor them and condemn the misguided who belittle them and the nation for which they died.
“The Mansions of the Lord” seems most appropriate in this troubled time.
Here are the lyrics:
To fallen soldiers let us sing
Where no rockets fly nor bullets wing
Our broken brothers let us bring
To the Mansions of the Lord
No more bleeding, no more fight
No prayers pleading through the night
Just divine embrace, eternal light
To the Mansions of the Lord.
Where no mothers cry and no children weep
We will stand and guard though the angels sleep
Through the ages safely keep
The Mansions of the Lord.
(Words by Randall Wallace and music by Nick Glennie-Smith)
RogerG