July 4th- Gravity & Gratitude

July 4th has always been a special holiday in my life. As a child, I remember the 4th of July being full of family, swimming in my aunts pool, and watermelon balls that my dad meticulously scooped from half of a sliced watermelon. I loved staying up late to watch the fireworks display at the football stadium in my hometown.

Those celebrations were also special because July 4th was the date of my grandparents anniversary. Each year our extended family would get together and at some point during the day we would stop the food and games to celebrate the love my grandparents had for one another. To be honest, I recognize the significance of those moments much more now than I did as a kid. I was blessed to have grandparents who loved each other, loved their family and loved Jesus.

Papaw and Mamaw

July 4th is also my brother's birthday. I have vivid memories of one birthday when Joe received a red scooter. It was the coolest! Nowadays it seems like every kid has Razor scooter or two in the garage, not back in the day. On that July 4th my brother became the only kid on the block with a scooter. It was a momentous moment on Maylawn Ave....at least that's how I remember it. 

My Brother Joe

Each year (before and after that momentous moment) I am proud to celebrate the birthday of my brother Joe. He is my brother, a fellow Michigan Wolverine Fan (Go Blue!), a loving father and husband, a committed Jesus follower, and my dear friend. Happy Birthday Bro! I love you!

In all of the family and fun of July 4th for me growing up, I confess, I did not reflect much on freedom. I am not sure why that was. In recent years, I have become much more aware of the sacrifices that so many men and women have made to serve our country. For some reason, that I can't explain well, my patriotism has become personal. I routinely wipe tears from my eyes during the singing of the Star Spangled Banner. I have a deeper gratitude when I see men and women in military uniform. 

I recently presided over a funeral where the burial took place at Fort Snelling. As I drove through the military cemetery and viewed the perfect rows of white headstones I was overcome with the gravity of the sacrifice that so many have made for our country. I was also grateful for opportunity to live in such a great country.

May your July 4th celebration be marked by the gravity of sacrifice and with gratitude for the freedom you enjoy.

Happy 4th of July!