This weekend many of us will display the flag, Sunday being Flag Day.
I vividly remember the day when my mother… Mind you, this wonderful woman who gave me birth, who kissed my “owies” and told me it would be OK, who lovingly guided my growing, this woman who showed me unconditional love… Got the picture? This woman announced to me that I had turned 18-years-old and she was going to take me up to City Hall to sign me up for the draft. “The draft? You mean like going into the Army?” “Yes, unless you stay in school.” “You mean like going to war?” “Yes.”
That was 1965, the year I graduated from high school. Some of my classmates went on to college; others entered the service. Some of my friends were killed in Viet Nam. As we fly the flag, we fly the symbol of so much, of victories and of terrible losses, of aspirations and hopes and also bitter disappointments, of justice but also sadly the injustices which still persist in this great and unprecedented but sin-filled nation. The draft ended in 1973, which may or may not be a good thing. America is still involved in conflicts around the world but many young people grow up without realizing the heavy price that must be made so that the “star-spangled banner” can “still wave o’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.” We can be thankful as the flag flies, that the Spirit of the Suffering Servant inspires service in His people.
“As You, Lord, have lived for others, so may we for others live.
Freely have Your gifts been granted, freely may Your servants give.
Yours the gold and Yours the silver, Yours the wealth of land and sea;
We but stewards of Your bounty held in solemn trust will be.” (Lutheran Service Book, 842, 2)