So many touching Veterans’ Day celebrations yesterday! I loved the story about finding a plaque in the closet of a school in Dayton, Kentucky—a plaque dedicated to those who died in “the world war.” Wow! It was funded by the children of this small town on the banks of the Ohio in 1919.
Today I learned more.
I knew a little. In 2005, houses were bought and razed in the Cote Brilliante neighborhood of Newport, Kentucky, and the bare hillside stood for years. Finally a Kroger was built there, then Target, and now multitudes of restaurants and stores—Newport Pavilion. The modest Cote Brilliante neighborhood was gone.
Or so I thought.
Yesterday I saw a group of people, babes in arms to elderly with canes, assembled at an intersection near Newport Pavilion. Today I stopped to see what the newly erected monument said. The “Cote Brilliante Neighborhood Veterans Memorial” is “dedicated to the citizens of this community who served in the armed forces in World War II.” Under “Those who made the supreme sacrifice” are the names of seven men from Cote Brilliante who died in the war.
It was first erected in 1946 and removed when the area development began. It was rededicated yesterday due to the efforts of many local citizens, the city, and Kroger. The video of the event shows what I noticed yesterday as I passed. Very touching.
As I drove away, I thought of people who die for other causes, especially for their belief in Jesus Christ. As Voice of the Martyrs verifies consistently, Christians are persecuted and even die in other countries. No monuments are erected for these people. Their families remember them, no doubt, but no public ceremonies honor their deaths. We cannot change that, but we can continually pray for those who are “persecuted for righteousness’ sake.” Safely Home, a well-researched novel by Randy Alcorn, gives a vivid account of persecution in China.
And then there is the death that we honor every week—the death of Jesus himself. His blood, his body, his resurrection—all are encapsulated in the celebration of The Lord’s Supper. We have no physical monument to take pictures of, but we honor him in our hearts and lives.
Daily, we hope.