Tonight in the UK we remember the fallen in wars over the past century at a service at London’s Royal Albert Hall.
It’s an event Lynne and I look forward to each year.
As a child of the 60’s I wasn’t so captivated by the event, but Lynne predates me by 5 years and tells me how she and her father looked forward to this commemoration each year, when he was alive.
Look at the battle of Marye’s Heights in the war between North and South in the USA (1861-65), when the “Angel of Marye’s Heights”, a young man who lept over the trenches between the two armies, to give water to the wounded and dying of both sides,
It was a matter of loving humanity rather than the “cause” of either side.
There’s a similarity between this and the the parable of the Good Samaritan told by Jesus in Luke (10:29–37) of a traveller who is beaten, robbed, and left half dead along the road.
A priest,and then a religious fanatic passes by but avoids the man.
Finally a Samaritan comes by (Samaritans and Jews generally despised each other) but this Samaritan helps the injured man.
Jesus is described as telling the parable in response to a question regarding the identity of the “neighbour”, who Leviticus 19:18 says should be loved.
I recently received an email from a family member who claimed there to be classified information only for “his closest relatives”
Who is one’s family is a good question?
The Angel of Marye’s Heights and the Good Samaritan were not confused.
They knew exactly who close family were.