Nine years ago today I was walking the shore at Omaha Beach. It was the 55th anniversary of the Normandy Invasion and I and my uncle J were so blessed to have been there. It was a cold, overcast day and as I walked the beach I read Psalm 91:
1 He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High
will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.
2 I will say of the LORD, "He is my refuge and my fortress,
my God, in whom I trust."
3 Surely he will save you from the fowler's snare
and from the deadly pestilence.
4 He will cover you with his feathers,
and under his wings you will find refuge;
his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.
5 You will not fear the terror of night,
nor the arrow that flies by day,
6 nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness,
nor the plague that destroys at midday.
7 A thousand may fall at your side,
ten thousand at your right hand,
but it will not come near you.
He was just a regular guy. A kid, really. But he did that which needed to be done.
I hope I never forget that freedom is always bought with a price. The greatest freedom of all, freedom from sin and judgment, the freedom found only in Christ, was bought with the greatest price - the life of the only son of God. I pray I walk in and proclaim that freedom all the days of my life.