At one time, today was called Armistice Day, a remembrance of the end of World War One, the so-called "war to end all wars". That was, of course, not the case. Like just about everything else that he did, Woodrow Wilson's schemes which resulted in US involvement in that great bloodletting, created horrid ramifications that still trouble an unhappy world.
But in 1954, in recognition of the fast-fading memories of that war, one succeeded by others, the definition was expanded to one intended to honor the newly-enlarged number of war veterans, and of military veterans generally. A good thing, actually.
And that is today. I have never worn the uniform. Health issues, serious ones, caused me to be classed as unfit for service, which was true. But I was and remain in contact with those who did serve, and several who currently do.
And today is a chilly cold day here. I had to make a quick grocery run for a few needed items that drained our few remaining dollars. Retirement check is scheduled to hit this next week and it can't come too soon. So I drove the aged vehicle across town in a cold rain. Weathercasters predict a low tonight in the mid-to-upper 20's, so while we probably -- PROBABLY -- won't have snow, we'll have that wet pavement be ice-glazed. Not good.
Our Old Testament reading today is the completion of the book of Lamentations, chapters 3, 4, and 5. Despite the title, this reading is not totally depressing, their are promises here of hope for a future, a future that during this period the people hardly dared to hope for. But their was hope, as there is for all, even in the most desperate circumstances. As one who has truly "been there", it's true.
The New Testament passage is chapter 8 of the Hebrews.