They say 'Remembrance Day' in Canada and 'Veterans Day' in the USA or even as it's sometimes called in the UK, 'Armistice Day'. Whichever, it originally was to commemorate the end of WWI at 11 a.m. on the 11th of November 1918. What a bittersweet day that must have been! Gladness that fighting had stopped. But, oh, the awfulness of the effects on families! The loss of their husbands, fathers, and brothers, devastating across all sides of the war. Then those who did come home, maimed, wounded physically but also mentally, emotionally. How to withstand all that fallout?!
Sights and smells seen, sounds heard that could never be undone. The actions of war forced upon men, even the courageous women who served, who would otherwise have been peace-loving and even gentle. Catastrophic!
Nowadays I think that this day, also, sometimes referred to as 'Memorial Day,' is remembering those from other wars, such as: WWII, the Gulf War, those who spent time in Iraq, Afghanistan and more. It is a remembering those who've given their lives for "the cause." Remembering, lest we forget them and lest later generations will not know - so they can be educated about it and hopefully avoid warmongering in future.
The poppy flower is a glowing red reminder worn on lapels; leaf at the 11 o'clock postition, with the true position and and respect. Two minute silences for personal reflection, at 11 a.m. Some visit memorials, searching for their beloved ones' names; stand straight and remember.
One of the most famous poems, written incidently by a Canadian, is 'In Flanders Fields'. John McCrae, in his personal grief of his friend and fellow soldier who was killed during the Second Battle of Ypres in Belgium (you can look it up), as he looked at the field of blood bath where poppies had suddenly sprung up overnight, was inspired to write the poem.
The cost of human life and the depredation that ravages the war-torn areas is horrendous. It is awful to remember and contemplate, even such a one as I who have, thankfully, never experienced firsthand. What more, those who have!
We can remember both the soldiers and those civilians in those areas who were daily affected, and maybe never asked for it to happen. They often died in the crosshairs. So remember those who've given their lives that others may live in freedom and be unaffected by such decimation and ruination, horrors and terrors unnumbered.
It can put us in mind too of the One who was bullied and ganged up upon. Jesus, who gave His life for ALL mankind. He died for all of us, that we might live. And not to just live, not just to survive, but to live in freedom. Freedom from our sins and their eternal consequences.
Before His death, Jesus instituted at the Last Supper, the breaking of bread and drinking of the cup of wine. He gave them as symbols to what He would accomplish on the cross and through His death and resurrection. He asked His disciple to do so
"in rememberance of me" (see Luke 22:15-20, especially vs 19, and 1 Corinthians 11:23-26).
So we weekly remember all He has done for us through His death and resurrection. He now lives for us in glory. But we remember this act of love that gives us our freedom in Christ. He was once dead but is alive forevermore. Stop and reflect, then give thanks. Praise the Lord. Sing Hallelujah! Lest we forget.
~ ERC November 2025 ~
Based on Luke 22:15-20, especially vs 19, and 1 Corinthians 11:23-26.
Sing, Christ Our Hope in Life and Death, along with Keith and Kristyn Getty and Michael W. Smith.