It was quite the crowd. They were all there from the very young to the very old. From babies in strollers to veterans in wheelchairs and they had all come for the same reason; to remember.
I marvel each year at the number of people who show up to the Remembrance Day service at the cenotaph in Bedford. Literally hundreds of people come out each year, take an hour out of their day to pay their respects. And they don’t come for the service, which stumbles along and is relayed over a screechy public address system, nor for the music, such as it is. They come and stand for an hour out of respect and to give thanks for the freedom they have. Freedom to come or not to come to the event.
And really, isn’t that why we should come to church? To remember that sacrifice that was made for us and not because of how good the service is done for us? In theory that works, but in practice it is a little different. And I suppose if we only did church for an hour once a year it would be different and maybe that explains all the strangers on Christmas Eve. Have a great week and remember: To see what is really possible, you will have to attempt the impossible