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Memorial Day 2021: The Bravest Boehme
My mom and I visited Sunset Lane today–our hometown cemetery–to honor loved ones on Memorial Day. The scenic property overlooking Sinclair Inlet was bedecked with American flags while hundreds stood for a military ceremony then visited nearby gravesites.
We walked the grounds and placed beautiful rhododendron from mom’s yard by the tombstones of our loved ones. We prayed, thanked God for their lives, their love of God and family, and their devotion to our country.
May coming generations continue to remember them.
Every Memorial Day I love to honor my “Uncle Dick” Boehme who gave his life for our freedom.
He is the Bravest Boehme.
The World Makes No Sense Without Tri-focal Vision
The May 24, 1982 entry on my “Life Calendar” records that I spent a day in Washington, D.C. with a spiritual leader who confirmed that I had a prophetic gift. No, not that kind of prophet (Isaiah, Jeremiah, Elijah etc.). Just an individual with a calling to speak for God and an ability to “see” things that others miss.
Part of being prophetic (not pathetic) includes a spiritual warfare perspective—the ability to glimpse realities in the unseen realm. I submit to you that today’s world and all that is happening around us make no sense without tri-focal vision.
Here is what I mean.
Teach Us to Number Our Hours
In my early thirties I came to love the only psalm in Scripture written by Moses–Psalm 90.
The phrase in that chapter that stood out is verse twelve:
So, teach us to number our days that we may become wise (Psalm 90:12).
It means: Don’t waste time. Use your short stay on earth wisely. Be thoughtful, intentional.
Now, I am asking God to number my hours.