Those Who Survived
Sermon shared by Steven Davis
Summary: A Remembrance Sunday sermon which speaks to the issue of why some survived war and others did not; why some are very blessed and some not.
Audience: General adults
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He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.” Surely he will save you from the fowler’s snare and from the deadly pestilence. He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; His faithfulness will be your shield and rampart. You will not fear the terror of night, nor the arrow that flies by day, nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness, nor the plague that destroys at midday. A thousand may fall at your side, ten thousand at your right hand, but it will not come near you. You will only observe with your eyes and see the punishment of the wicked. If you make the Most High your dwelling - even the Lord, who is my refuge - then no harm will befall you, no disaster will come near your tent. For He will command His angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways; they will lift you up in their hands, so that you will not strike your foot against a stone. You will tread upon the lion and the cobra; you will trample the great lion and the serpent.“Because he loves Me,” says the Lord, “I will rescue him; I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name. He will call upon Me, and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble, I will deliver him and honour him. With long life will I satisfy him and show him My salvation.” (Psalm 91)
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In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
Simple words can convey great power and emotion. These words with which I opened, of course, are words that are both simple and emotional to Canadians. Almost anyone who has lived in Canada in the last 90 years has heard these words over and over again. Most of us learned them long ago in school assemblies, when they would be repeated year after year for Remembrance Day. The words have even been set to music, and form a very meaningful part of the national ceremony every year in Ottawa. Sometimes, when we hear something repeatedly, the words lose their power and become mere words, repeated by rote, with little substance behind them. But not “In Flanders Fields.” It never seems to lose its emotional resonance with Canadians. The poem was written in 1917 by Lt. Col. John McCrae, a medical officer with the Canadian Army, about whom the Department of Veterans Affairs tells us the following:
In April 1915, John McCrae was in the trenches near Ypres, Belgium, in the area traditionally called Flanders. Some of the heaviest fighting of the First World War took place there during what was known as the Second Battle of Ypres. On April 22, the Germans used deadly chlorine gas against Allied troops in a desperate attempt to break the stalemate. Despite the debilitating effects of the gas, Canadian soldiers fought relentlessly and held the
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