Anzac day, in Australia and New Zealand, is the last vestige of the empire, where there are prayers,poems and hymns. It recalls those who have fallen for our nation, from 1845 to 2020. This year we were told there could be no service.
I don’t come from a family with a tradition of military service. I know those who do, and for whom this is a day of ritual, to assuage the pain of recalling lost comrades.
5:00 am this morning, cool, clear and crisp.
I spent 30 minutes back and forth in an internal dialogue on the morality of making a trip to the cenotaph.
Was it selfish, wanting to go? possibly, but what I really wanted was to be with my kids. I knew it would pain me to roll out the driveway without my kids in the car, when I could have adjusted like others and gathered them with me at the mailbox, so it wasn’t my selfishness being served.
Was it an act of defiance against those saying I couldn’t go? perhaps, but then I could have enacted that defiance any day over the previous month we have been on lockdown, whether it was a hunt, or a fish or a Sunday drive, so it wasn’t my inner rebel.
No, there was something else that inexorably pulled me there, like a magnet.
The deep, honest and heartfelt sadness that for the first time in near on a hundred years, no one would be there. That the chain of tradition would be broken.
And so I went.
I’m sorry if that upsets some of you, but I couldn’t help it, it’s one of the strongest urges I have ever felt and I couldn’t resist it.
11 others gave in to that same urge and so there we were, including three veterans, one who played the last post, and another who laid a wreath and read a poem.
A chopper, which normally performs a fly over slowly approached and hovered over the river adjacent, dispersing a fine mist over us and the cenotaph.
Four police then arrived but stood at a distance from us all with no discussion taking place.
I approached and laid the little paper poppy my daughter had made and then left, walking back to where I had parked my car I encountered the veteran who had read the poem, I waved and said thank you and then cried all the way back to my car.
I thought that going through that process would quell the deep sadness I had felt, it didn’t, I’m still very sad….the chain is broken.
What one can say is that the progressives hate the endgame. For all nations will see the last enemy defeated, which is death, and those who are of Christ will rejoice. thos wo love the lethal spirit of this age, and destroy traditions, will not.
6 The Lord of hosts will prepare a lavish banquet for all peoples on this mountain;
A banquet of aged wine, choice pieces with marrow,
And refined, aged wine.
7 And on this mountain He will swallow up the [e]covering which is over all peoples,
Even the veil which is stretched over all nations.
8 He will swallow up death for all time,
And the Lord God will wipe tears away from all faces,
And He will remove the reproach of His people from all the earth;
For the Lord has spoken.
9 And it will be said in that day,
“Behold, this is our God for whom we have waited that He might save us.
This is the Lord for whom we have waited;
Let us rejoice and be glad in His salvation.”
12 And He also went on to say to the one who had invited Him, “When you give a luncheon or a dinner, do not invite your friends or your brothers or your relatives or rich neighbors, otherwise they may also invite you in return and that will be your repayment. 13 But when you give a reception, invite the poor, the crippled, the lame, the blind, 14 and you will be blessed, since they [b]do not have the means to repay you; for you will be repaid at the resurrection of the righteous.”
God does not call us because we were courageous, or deserving, or educated, or credentialed. He calls those the world rejects. He honours people of all nations. Yet there is conflict, and a need for those men who serve. We have never been pacifists, and there have always been Christian soldiers.
Unless the pagans drive us out. Pray, fort he sake of this nation, that we do not only disobey the pagan elite on Anzac day, but on the Lords’ day.