ANZAC Day

It grabbed me. Like a light shining in the dark, it was highlighted. Like a rock in my path that I couldn’t just quickly step over or around.
What was it?

It was the verse of the day from my Bible app. What was the verse?

“We know what real love is because Jesus gave up His life for us. So we also ought to give up our lives for our brothers and sisters.”

1 John 3:16 

In New Zealand (& Australia), April 25 is known as ANZAC Day.  It’s the day we remember all our men and women who have been or are a part of our Defense Force. You would probably struggle to find a New Zealander who didn’t have a grandparent/great grandparent/uncle/father/any other ancestor fight in either WW1 or WW2.

ANZAC Day is April 25 because back in 1915, it is the day where the Australian & New Zealand Army Corps (ANZAC’s) first landed at Gallipoli, Turkey.  It was to be the place where we had one of our greatest losses of lives in the entire war.  In fact my sister gives a good run down of it in her blog here.

What drew my attention to that particular verse, was that we had just come home from attending the Dawn Parade (a ceremony of commemoration), where it was all about remembering those that gave their lives so that we could live in the freedom we have in our countries today.
The soldiers who fought in the first & second World Wars (& other wars since) didn’t know if they’d be coming home but they went overseas, potentially giving up their lives for those back in their home countries.

I believe this gives us a picture of what Jesus did on the cross.  He lay down His life in order for us to live in the freedom we can have when we choose to live in Him.

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And a day late I know, but for Musical Monday this week, I’ve chosen to share The Last Post.  It’s a bugle call to honour all fallen soldiers.

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Traditions.

Today is Maundy Thursday, the Thursday in Holy Week.

It is the day that we remember Jesus having “The Last Supper” with His disciples. Some churches have Passover meals on this night, other churches have a very reflective service and afterwards strip the church of all colourful banners, drapery, altar frontals, etc and leave it bare. Other churches have music practices for the upcoming Easter services, whereas other churches do nothing.  I’ve been a part of different churches where these things have happened in each one and there is nothing wrong with any of them. My current church is the latter. But the one I grew up in was the second example I gave.

As a teenager I would almost reluctantly, but definitely routinely go to the Thursday night service. I think the thing I enjoyed most was helping to strip the church bare of all the colour and then ‘dress’ it for Good Friday. We left the altar bare and put a black cloth along the altar rail & a purple one over the cross. But then is enjoyed the right word? How can we enjoy stripping the joy away? It is a reminder.

With the events of that particular Thursday night, Jesus was stripped bare. Not just literally, but He was stripped of His dignity – wearing nothing but maybe a loin cloth, I don’t know.. He was stripped of His friends – they all deserted Him, even Peter denied Him three times before the rooster crowed.. He was stripped of the Father’s Love – He cried out to God “why have You forsaken me?

The tradition of stripping the church building bare represented what happened to Jesus Christ.

Now that I’m an adult, a wife and a mother, I miss some of the traditions I grew up with. I miss the ‘getting ready’ for Easter that all the traditions and routines brought. I miss the choosing of songs for Good Friday &/or Easter Day services if I was worship leading at either of those services. I miss helping my Dad with Easter preparation, or even just witnessing how much time and energy he put (& still puts!) into all the Holy Week & Easter services, doing his best to give anyone that comes the most meaningful experience of Easter possible. I miss making hot cross buns with my Mum on Good Friday.

This week has been just another week in the life of a family. My sons went to school and kindy, my husband went to work, I went to the gym, did housework, had a job interview, did some shopping… all normal stuff. I did some personal ‘Easter prep’ in my devotional times and also physically like buying the things I need to make Hot Cross Buns with my sons. I can pine away for the traditions I miss or I can make my own new ones. After all, I can’t rely on others to get me ready to remover the events of Easter.

We will be going to church tomorrow, with the countless other Christians & other people wanting to focus on the cross. We will make hot cross buns. We will have music/songs playing that remind us of the cross and the love that was poured out.. for you. For me. For us.

That will be Friday.

Hindsight is a good thing. We know from looking back at history that His story doesn’t end with the events of Friday. While we have traditions to ready us for Friday, we have more, or they can be made, for Easter Day too!

Musical Monday: Seek You

Thanks Grace Vineyard in Christchurch, NZ for this incredible declaration of a song!

So I will seek You then I’ll seek You more, crying oh my Lord I have to find You… and I will hunger then I’ll hunger more, crying oh my Lord, I have to find You…