Memorial Day---or better, yet, Memorial Day weekend---is a complex holiday. That does not make it anything less than other major holidays; it is just different. It seems that the federal holiday has its origins right after the Civil War. It was an opportunity to remember those Union soldiers who had died in that cause. Gradually, the “remembering” expanded to include all the men and women who had died in the service of their country.
Earlier, it often was called Decoration Day. I heard this term most of the time when I was
growing up in rural Indiana. I
understood it as the time when the old people went to the cemeteries to
“decorate” with flowers the graves of their family and friends. I knew it had some military association, but
by my lifetime, the holiday again had expanded to include everyone who had
already passed away. But it was more
complex than that.
For many people Memorial Day celebrates the beginning of
summer. That association with summer
helps if it hits 90 degrees! Summer
begins and lasts till early September, when Labor Day signals its official end. Of course, no one in early September thinks
summer is finished---or at least, the hot weather has ended! In many ways, Memorial Day and Labor Day are
bookends.
However, for me and for most Hoosiers, the complexity of
Memorial Day does not end here. It is
always the weekend the Indianapolis 500 mile race is run. Even for those of us who could not care less
about racing cars, the “Indy 500” was part of the weekend tradition. In fact, that weekend---the race---culminated
a month long build-up to the weekend.
For an Indiana farm boy, May was a time of finishing the school year,
planting corn and beans, the beginning of baseball, Memorial Day and the Indy
500.
If I were asked whether it was in any way a spiritual thing,
I would have replied negatively. I never
went to church. Occasionally, I was
aware of churches’ having “services,” but I did not see them as spiritual. They were more patriotic---more
nationalistic. That was ok, but for me
it was not the same thing as spiritual.
So Memorial Day weekend never has been a spiritual occasion for me.
And that is still true.
I am happy to remember and celebrate the lives of the American men and
women who gave their lives on my behalf and my country. I appreciate and enjoy being a citizen of
this country. Certainly those of us who
are can count ourselves very fortunate.
But being American is not a spiritual thing for me. It might be for others and that’s ok.
Given all that, is it possible for this Memorial Day weekend
to become spiritual? The answer is, of
course! It is possible for every day to
become spiritual! That is the beauty of the life, the time, and the
opportunities God gives to each of us. I
thank God daily for my life, my time, and my opportunities. I know I did not create my own life. I realize I do not make my own time. And when my time is up, I can no more stop
the ending than I began my beginning!
And I do not create all my opportunities.
So I am thankful. And
I believe being thankful is always a spiritual response. I am thankful to my parents who gave birth to
me and cared for me all those infant days I cannot even remember. They are both deceased and buried in an
Indiana cemetery. I have no idea whether
anyone took flowers to their graves this Memorial Day. But that does not mean I
appreciate them any less.
I am thankful to other members of a church family who helped
raise me from infancy to adulthood. And
I am thankful to others in the larger community who helped in countless ways to
make my life possible. No doubt, there
were even people whom I did not know, who probably helped me. And there are many more people whom I knew,
but never probably knew how they helped me.
A huge number of them also are long dead and inhabiting cemeteries
scattered across a good number of states.
All these memories are sacred to me. They are imbued with the Spirit of God who is
for me a God of Providence---a providential Divinity. In my spirituality God deals indirectly with
people as much as directly. I know as
well as I know anything that God was at work in the members of my family, my
church family, my community family to bring me to where I am today. That is a wonderful memory. And I am happy this Memorial Day to remember
these people and their gifts.
As I engage this remember exercise, one more thing occurs to
me. They were individuals---these people
I am recalling. They clearly were
members of groups---family, friends, church, and community. But in the process of my recalling them, they
are pulled together into one group. They
are all re-membered by me and for me.
They are all members of my spiritual clan. Many may be dead, others scattered around the
world, but in my mind in this moment they are re-membered. They become again in this moment members of
my spiritual clan. And in my thanks, God
is present and still providing.
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