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Veteran's Day; Now and Later



Very thankful today remembering all the men and women who have served and suffered for our country. Thank you to the men who fought in the wars of the current and previous century and to the women and children who supported them and were willing to sacrifice the man they loved most for the sake of a cause--the cause to preserve life and justice.

 This makes me think of us today. Even though most of my friends aren't in the military we all are in some kind of battle. We too ought to be fighting for life and justice here at home. If you think Canada is a nation that loves life you should think again. A startling fact I recently heard was that Canada is one of the three countries in the world that doesn't have any kind of law in regard to abortion--right up there with China and North Korea. So life is not so important to Canadians. It turns out justice isn't either. Restitution is a foreign concept to most of us. Why should I pay you for the money I stole when I could do a couple hours of community service instead? And it's said that you can choose what you like in regards to religious freedom (Muslims don't have to bake cakes for homosexual weddings and parents can choose to have their grade four child removed from his sex-ed class) but the Muslim can be sued and the children can be taken away from their parents on the grounds of "bad parenting." 

 It makes me wonder; will our children be remembering us as the "veterans" who fought for life and justice in Canada? Or will they look back and say "I wish my parents had stood for what was right when they had a chance." 

 In schools across our country we sang the national anthem this morning and with it these words that describe our nation "the true north strong and free". We are not so strong and we are far from free. If we were really free the parents would be able to choose that their 9-year-old should be learning about gravity and plants instead of an activity he wouldn't be ready to engage in for 10 years. And if we were free the Muslim would be able to say with confidence that it goes against his conscience to make the cake without worry of being taken to court. But those aren't realities for Canadians today. 

 However, it's not too late to change our country into one that loves life and justice. We can stand up for what we believe in. Like the soldiers who journeyed across the ocean 100 years ago we can stand up for what we believe is right. We can be brave and face the unknown because we know it's the only way to win our precious freedom and the freedom of our children. In such battles there are bound to be casualties. But perhaps it will save the entire next generation. Just imagine where we would be if our grandparents hadn't taken the plunge on September 10/1939. They didn't even know our names and they fought for our lives. I don't know my grandchildren's names but I want the country they grow up in to be a good one. What about you?

 Lest we forget 
* for more information about changing Canada's abortion laws visit http://www.weneedalaw.ca/ 
* also, write to your MP and tell him/her what you think. They are your voice in parliament. Here's a link to find their name and address. (its free to send mail to your MP at the parliament buildings.) Make sure you send them some encouragement as well if they're doing things right.  http://www.parl.gc.ca/parlinfo/compilations/houseofcommons/memberbypostalcode.aspx?Menu=HOC

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