The parents of these fallen soldiers will of course never forget their children. They hope that their sons and daughters did not die in vain; they hope that they died happy to be doing what they were doing; they hope they have a better life than this earthly one. They manage with hope. It's a hope driven by love, a love driven, for many of them, in a belief in a loving God. It's a hope that acknowledges that quite apart from the active presence of God, suffusing the
cosmos with potential and meaning, hope in what is earthbound, has no real basis. It doesn't last. Yet if a loving God is there, even the
most distant and invisible and hopeless of earthbound hopes has reality,
thoroughgoing tangible form and working presence.
Apart from God, though memory be powerful and strong, it remains what it will always be: an ending. With God, although death will come, the memory it leaves becomes a beginning, the most wonderful beginning of all.Friday, September 8, 2017
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