"At this, she bowed down with her face to the ground. She asked him, “Why have I found such favor in your eyes that you notice me—a foreigner?” Ruth 2:10
I think a lot of us would ask this question, but I also think that in today's day and age we would have just accepted his gift with a mumbled thanks, for fear that if we said anything, he would change his mind.
As today is November 11, I hope that all of you are wearing poppies, and that all of you will take a moment of silence at 11:00. Please remember the soldiers that have already lost their lives, and pray for the ones who are fighting now. You may not support the wars, but please support the men and women that are risking their lives.
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.
John McCrae
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