Memorial Day is always an emotional weekend for me. You see, my birth father served three tours of Vietnam and came home from war alive only to be killed by a drunk driver on the side of the road across the street from our house. I don't dwell on it, but these thoughts are always in the back of my mind during this holiday weekend.
Drinking and driving has always been a hot button for me. As a teenager, I remember getting so angry when I would be in a restaurant and the party at the next table would get plastered, then leave in their vehicle.
When we pastored in Union City, TN, we heard a banging noise one night and found our next door neighbor had fallen and broken his hip after he drove home drunk and fell off his front porch while trying to unlock his house. His wife actually said to me, "I told him I knew he was not too drunk to drive but he was too drunk to walk." Excuse me??? The scary thing is our son, Nathan's room was right next to were he drove into his driveway every night, drunk as a skunk.
Enough of that subject!
I grew up in a military home and in a military town. I did not realize until I married and moved away that intense patriotism was not the norm for everyone. I am so thankful to be a citizen of this country. It is my prayer that as we stay on our faces before God and allow Him to lead our lives, we will continue to see God move in our land. Thank you to all of those who serve in the military and public places!