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Limerick - Sunday Again
It's Sunday again....
It's Sunday again, but not like before.
On Sundays past shops shut the door..
Children were scrubbed with fresh smiles,
Folks gathered weekly, some coning from miles.
It was Sabbath again, decreed by our Lord.
No sporting events, no time at the job.
Sunday dinners and prayer, sometimes with a sob.
The funnies were read, sometimes copied too.
So we could send the very best ones to you.
We all were at home, our family, "God's mob."
Now it seems folks all scatter, and plans start at dawn,
provided that some can control a late yawn.
No matter the calendar, no matter the day,
No matter tradition, that's been cast away.
It seems some Sundays have faded and gone.
There once was a man stout, tested, and true.
Who stated quite clearly his resolving to do,
The things God commanded, if only his house
As dad, and children, and his good, faithful spouse.
The Sabbath they'd keep forsaking things new.
Now I am the dad, Mom and Dad both are gone.
But there are traditions they both had passed on.
Sunday dinners continue, our pattern was set.
Stretching back to a Joshua we'll never forget.
Our day remains holy until the next dawn.
The false pride of thinking we can do it alone....
There is a cycle. It is repeated over and over again throughout history.
Tested with severe trials such as the two world wars, societies reach out to God in humility and pleadings.
When the severe trials have passed and a new calm prevails, the same societies which reached out to God in humility and prayers, become content, even filled with pride in their prosperity.
Gradually they cease to acknowledge the role God played in their salvation, and they begin to be prideful, thinking "we did it ourselves, we "The greatest Generation."
Faith and the practice of faith dwindles. New and more severe tests arise causing some to curse, and others to remember that God is their only true recourse in times of trouble, heartache, and sorrow.
Faith returns, but seldom survives through the false pride of "the good times" as it did when God was man's only recourse.
Today we are in that continuing cycle, proud of "all we did to keep the world safe for democracy." Yes, we did our share, but almost forgotten is the fact that we did it in active partnership with God.
We will thank today's military services for their dedication and heroism, and we do well to do so.
We will remember the sacrifices of others "who gave their all," as well we should remember them.
Let us not forget that there always come those times when our own efforts are insufficient to carry the day, and we are reminded "...that man doth not live by bread only, but by every word that proceedeth out of the mouth of the Lord doth man live." (from Deuteronomy 8:3)
As with the Israelites of that day, so also we will do well to remember that God led us throughout our own years "...to humble thee, and to prove thee, to know what was in thine heart, whether thou wouldest keep his commandments, or no." (from Deuteronomy 8:2)
It is appropriate that, on any Memorial Day, or any day, we ask ourselves whether we will, or not.
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