God has made everything appropriate to its time,
and has put the timeless into their hearts.
Ecclesiastes 3:11
Each year, Independence Day observances conjure up recurring memories which will always be with me…
My husband and I have enjoyed celebrating Independence Day since our first summer together as husband and wife. When our sons came along, they added exponentially to these observances. We live very near the center of our community on a cul-de-sac that was once filled with children. As a result, we, our neighbors and the multitude of our offspring enjoyed our local fireworks displays from the comforts of our front yards. This amazing circus added to my affection for the holiday.
My earliest Independence Day memories include my own family’s quest for the nearest and best fireworks displays. This was particularly important July 4, 1959. My dad passed away early that morning, and helpful relatives who whisked us away for the annual family picnic no doubt wondered if any sort of celebration would be appropriate that night. Though I cannot recall the events of that evening, I do recall finding great solace in the fireworks displays I have observed every year since. Colorful lights bursting in the midst the black nothingness of the sky above suggests resurrection to me. As I watch, I point out to myself that my dad’s passing into eternal life must have been a million times more glorious. While the sparkling displays above me consistently dissolve into smoke and ash, my dad’s transformation continues with each moment of his eternity.
Loving God, thank you for the freedom we celebrate in this country today and for the freedom we will all experience one day in your embrace. You could not have chosen a better day to welcome my dad home!
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