Redemption

Never give up; you never know until you try.

This past weekend, my church family and I spent many happy hours celebrating our centennial.  We ate, drank (tea, lemonade, soft drinks,) played games, sang, and  thanked God for allowing us to be a family and for using us for His glory.

We felt some sadness amidst the revelry as we remembered those who aren't with us now, and we looked hopefully forward to what lies ahead for us in this world and the next.

I felt a special warmth Sunday as I realized the date, somewhat marred in my mind by a personal tragedy many years ago, has now been redeemed by an historic celebration that will stay forever in my heart and mind.  A memory of death and fear has been overshadowed by a memory of life and love.  Don't get me wrong; God has comforted me and brought healing since that tragic day so long ago, but as the anniversary has rolled around each year, the events that transpired that day have flitted across my mind.  Next year, as mid-July approaches, I'll be transported back to this year and the memory of smiles, hugs, laughter, and redemption.