This weekend we celebrate Memorial Day as a country.  We give honor to the men and women that have paid the highest price, their life, for our freedom.  Many of you know I am Hal Mayer 3^rd. Hal Mayer the 1^st , we called him granddaddy, served in 3 wars for our country and is buried in Arlington Memorial Cemetery.  He went off to war in WWI as a 16 year old boy (lied about his age).  Later when WWII broke out he signed up again.  Finally, my Dad and his dad served in the Korean War (I know “they” call it a “conflict” but don’t try to tell the men and women on the battlefield it wasn’t war).  I remember watching “Saving Private Ryan” with my dad.  My dad was amazed at the sound of bullets streaking through the air in the movie- he said, “Man that sounds real”.  He and I both cried when we saw the last scene when Private Ryan goes to Arlington Cemetery to visit his buddy’s grave.  I learned growing up that we give honor to the men and women of our armed forces.

This weekend we are going to celebrate and give honor to another memorial as well- The Lord’s Supper.  When we celebrate the Lord’s Supper (some called it Communion) we remember the sacrifice that Jesus Christ made for all men and women.  Jesus Christ died so that we can have not only freedom in this life but spend eternity in heaven with Him when we die.  So this weekend is all about honoring sacrifice.  Plan to come and bring a friend.

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Our Plan B series has really challenged me.  It is so easy for me to rock along thinking, “My life is pretty good because I am honoring God and so God is blessing me”.  Then, it seems like I hit a difficult spot and suddenly I ask, “Why me God?”  Have you been there?  Most of us have.  Too often I try to measure God’s presence and blessing in my life based on what I perceive as His activity or lack thereof.  The problem with that type of thinking is my faith rests in my ability to see God’s hand.

The story of Joseph keeps smacking me in the head.  We read where “God was with Joseph” when he was a slave in Potiphar’s house, when he goes to prison for honoring God in his morals and when he ascends to leadership in Pharaoh’s administration.  I wonder if Joseph “felt” like God was with him or did he just know God was with him.  My situation has never been as dire as Joseph’s and yet I find my faith falters too often.  If I am honest, my faith is more wrapped up in what I want God to do in and through me instead of wrapped up in God alone.  Is that your experience?  I hope you will come this weekend as we conclude our Series—Plan B.  If you have missed any weeks- all 3 are in the widget below.

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