Bonjour, tour le monde! ❤
Aujourd’hui, je voudrais parle somme la sense de la vie.
So, while talking about the meaning of life, one must certainly mention love. For, I believe that love is central to the meaning of life. I believe that the meaning of life is to love and serve others. Today, America honors soldiers that serve our nation in a myriad of armed forces. However, I feel that the people of this great nation have lost sight of what this holiday is for. I know that my family recognizes all of the soldiers that are or have been out there fighting for us with our 50 little American flags strewn across our yard, but most of our neighbors don’t even have one flag to recognize the men that fight and the men and women who fought and died in an effort to preserve our freedom.
My mother’s father, Reuben, was a Naval Boatswain’s Mate, second class and his specialty during the war was keeping the men’s hair cut perfectly on top of his other Naval military duties. My Grandpa Rube died from a car accident when my mother was eight years old, so I never had the privilege of meeting him.
My father’s dad, my dear Grandpa Bill, was a First Class Private for the Army (PFC). He lived for the first seventeen years of my life. He was ornery and sometimes rude (especially towards the end of his life), but he was so sweet most of the time, that I have a hard time remembering him in any other way.
More important than me missing my Grandpa Bill dearly is the fact that both of my grandfathers served in the military for enough years to receive military funerals and timeless honor from the citizens of our country.
They are the reason that my little brother wants to serve in the military. Please do not misunderstand me, I admire his insatiable desire to honor our nation with service in the military, but I do not want him to accidentally get killed in training or some other freak accident. I don’t think that our family could handle losing my brother. He is so indescribably important to all of us. He embodies the meaning of the title of this post, which I believe is to love and serve others by any means possible.
The meaning of life. That big ominous question that nobody claims to know the answer to. Well, I am surer that everyone develops their own ‘meaning of life’ throughout their time on Earth, but universally, I believe to the bottom of my soul, that we have been put on this Earth to love one another and to serve others. If not serving others in the name of God (for the non-religious), then just to serve others and love all things/life before us.
Since I believe, with what I feel is sound evidence, that we have ONE God, ONE Creator, ONE Savior, ONE Messiah, etc. I am going to go off on my own little tangent about Him calling us to serve others in His Name. Galatians 5:13 “For you were called to freedom, brothers. Only do not use your freedom as an opportunity for the flesh, but through love serve one another.” is probably my favorite verse regarding love and serving one another. In my study bible, I have it noted that Jesus preached about love at least thirteen times during his life. Love is the reason that He gave His life for us! There is a reason that He is called Son of Man. It is because His life was the true beginning of life as we all know it. His Sacrifice allows us to have life. This is why I wish that no young men, my brother and all other young men did not enlist in any branch of the military. I feel that there are far too many accidents.
One of the girls from my high school had a brother die in a military training accident while us girls were in Middle School or at least in that time frame of our lives. My dear little hometown was heartbroken over his family’s loss. On Memorial Day, while I still lived in town, the police officers would put up little signs on the lamp posts with a picture and his name on it in honor of his service to our country. To some extent, I think that my town is very nice in trying to remember his service, but I feel that his family is tired of being reminded that they lost their son.
I fear that my family will go through the same pains if my baby brother joins the army. I know that I couldn’t handle it. I am just so afraid that my younger sisters also could not handle it. Our family would be a mess. Unfortunately, my brother, like my father and his father, is very stubborn and not to be reasoned with. So, once he decides to enlist, he will enlist. Well, I just pray that God protects my baby brother. He holds this family together, as the only son (only brother) in the family of four children.
With that, I would like to pray for the families of all active duty, deceased and future military members. May the Lord be with all active duty military members.
God Bless you all. ❤
~Alexandra ❤
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