Somewhere this weekend some young person cries to themselves quietly, fearful that they do not belong – that they are not in a safe space. Somewhere this weekend people that enjoyed the 60’s just a little too much, and those they have influenced, are trying to lecture us about the evils of war. War is ugly and feeling alone in one of the worst feelings in the world, but both neglect that they enjoy very real safety and peace. Oh, perhaps not perfect safety and peace but better than any other place in the world and better than any other time in history.

This safe space we call the United States of America rests on the shoulders of those that died defending it. The peace that makes possible our fears, lectures, barbecues and racing exists because people fought, and many died, for it.

Jesus said (John 15:13):

Greater love has no one than this, that someone lay down his life for his friends.

I understand if you feel alone, afraid, or just a bit melancholy this weekend – but in the middle of that emotional struggle remember that you have a friend you never met that loved you with the greatest love ever.

That’s what we celebrate this weekend – love.