Here we are amidst Memorial Weekend. A time where we pay tribute to those who have or are serving us in the military. As I sit here I think back to the many people that have touched my life. They have left a mark that will always remain with me, even though they have moved on.

My grandfather has to be the first on that list. He was and still is my hero. He taught me all I know about horses, animals, hunting, and many aspects of life. My grampie was an amazing man. A very hard worker, caring husband, great dad, and an awesome grampie. Many days I spent over there as a kid. Our routine would be to feed the animals, then we would chop, split, and stack up the fire wood. By the time this was done, it was time for lunch. We would pull out the tv trays and sit in front of the television eating our lunch while watching the price is right. Then it was nap time. After nap time we would play pool, go for a walk, do some fishing, whatever I wanted to do for fun. I never saw him lose his temper or raise his voice and this is what I strive for with my kids.

The other person I want to share about is a gentleman I went to Church with. Brother Drake was an amazing guy. Very faithful to his wife, kids, Church, and friends. He was one of our deacon members at the Church in Bucksport where I served as Associate Pastor as a young fella. Brother Drake was helpful, courteous, and most of all loved God. Back in those days we met in the old legion hall. It was dark, old, dirty, but a great time was had by all. Then the time came where we was ready to build a new Church. Brother Drake was also an amazing carpenter and built a great percentage of the Church on his own. One day while working on the roof of the Church, Brother Drake fell. No one was around for a while and due to the fall he died. Of course, this is the way Brother Drake would want to go, serving the Lord. I’m sure he is up in Heaven looking down at his finished work today.

Finally this memorial weekend I must take the time to celebrate the life of Jesus. Here is Jesus up in Heaven and willing to come to earth to take my sin so that I may have eternal life. The punishment he went through for me. The suffering he took on for me. All the torture, blood, and trials he went through for me. That is why he is my best friend. That is why I sit here and thank him this morning and celebrate not his death, but his life.

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