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Over hill, over daleFriday, December 7, 2007
Isaiah 29:20-21 Of course I remember the Army's song, "The Caissons Go Rolling Along." The notes struck the air, and my dad stood. It was difficult for him to stand. His back was bowed, and he leaned on a cane. http://public.fotki.com/davesandel/sandels/grandpa_sandels/pearlharborconcertf.html You can see, of course, his smile. We were very happy that night, and I have no doubt he was happiest of all. The battles he fought during World War II seemed both then and now to be so crucial to protecting the right of families like ours to live and grow and multiply, to celebrate and worship and rejoice together. Dad died a little less than a year later, on Thanksgiving Day 2002. He lived to be eighty. He lived to become a peacemaker in his community, an elder in his church, and a hero to those of us who knew him best. Today I'm more thankful than ever for what he fought for, and for him. You alone, Lord, give us direction for our righteousness. We depend on you. You alone are holy, you alone are good. So we praise you, we worship you. Give us ears to hear you, Lord. |