We may not walk to the martyr's stake,
but we must walk in the master's steps.
After a long winter, a local newspaper celebrated the first summerlike day with a photo of a young man stretched out under the warm sun. He was wearing sunglasses, a baseball cap, blue jeans, and a sleeveless shirt. One hand rested on his foreheaf and the other balanced a radio on his stomach. This was obviously his kind of day.
But there was more to the picture. The man was relaxing lazily on top of a larhe monument in a veteran's memorial park. On the marker were the names of 225 soldiers who had died for their country. As I looked at the photo, I realized that brave men and women had given their lives so that he could enjoy his.
This reminds me of the many gallant servants of God who willingly made the supreme sacrifice so that we could hear the gospel. They went from house to house, city to city, and continent to continent with the good news. Their testimony, often sealed in blood, made it possible for us to bask in the warmth of God's love.
Let's pause to remember the great price paid by our spiritual forefathers. Then let's ask ourselves if we are wiling to do the same for our children. May we determine to stand for Christ faithfully in life and in death. - MRD II
