by
Bill Brant, 2008 - "HeartLight Magazine"
It was a haunting
sound, carried by the wind as it seemed to float around
those of us gathered there. The lone bugler sounding Taps
has
been the aural
recognition for a person's military service from a grateful
nation.
At age 88, he had
led a good life by earthly standards. His three year, all
expenses paid excursion to Europe, as a Captain in the
United
States army
earned him the right of this honor.
I have heard the
mournful melody many times, including at the burial of my
own parents, both of whom were veterans. Since the Civil
War, that sound has marked the end of person's physical
existence. And every time I hear it, I cry. I cannot explain
it, other than to say it stirs my
heart, and I
acknowledge that one who served to protect me has died.
Today men and
women still choose to safeguard this country, fight its
wars, and die in its service. And Taps, if requested, will
mark the
occasion of their
burial and the final honor from a grateful country.
I am also
reminded that there is one who chose to come to an earthly
world, fight the ultimate enemy and die for me. And now He
sits at
God's right hand
claiming me as His! And He is protecting me from the evil
one.
Death’s Dirge is
overwhelmed by Resurrection’s Chorus.
This Memorial
Day, we acknowledge those who served our country and over
whom Taps has been played. So also should we honor the One
whose death allows us to claim victory over our enemy, and
we do that each and every First Day of the Week when we
assemble to worship the Son of God, Lord of Lord's and King
of King's!
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