The amazing Story below called A Special Mission although not Posted on Monday the 26th of May for American Memorial Day, is not really late, we need to remember and give thanks to all those Soldiers regardless of where they lived who risked and also gave up their lives for us and we do this not just on one day a year but always in our heart.
We live in Countries free from Oppression and Dictatorship because of their sacrifice both of their time with their families and for some their lives too. God used war to save His people from being polluted, although we pray for our enemies, we also remember they do not believe our welfare is important, they seek to oppress us, God does not allow injustice, He fights against it.
I also want to share besides A Special Mission, some links with you by two Blogging friends, whose Messages were outstanding in remembrance of the Soldiers, I’m sure you will shed a tear but also have heart felt thankfulness in remembrance of your brave Soldiers.
pacificparatrooper – http://pacificparatrooper.wordpress.com/2014/05/26/memorial-day-2/
Equipping The Saints – http://cchurchchurchblog.wordpress.com/2014/05/26/052014-u-s-memorial-day-john-1513/
A Special Mission
A true story told by Chaplain Robinson about his father who in 1949, had just returned home from the war. On every American highway you could see soldiers in uniform hitchhiking home to their families, as was the custom at that time in America.
Sadly, the thrill of his reunion with his family was soon overshadowed. My Grandmother became very ill and had to be hospitalized. It was her kidneys, and the Doctors told my father that she needed a blood transfusion immediately or she would not live through the night.
The problem was that Grandmother’s blood type was AB negative, a very rare type even today, but even harder to get then because there were no blood banks or air flights to ship blood.
Yet it was almost as if something outside himself pulled him to a stop, and he waited as the stranger climbed into the car.
My father was too upset to even ask the Soldier his name, but the soldier noticed my father’s tears right away and inquired about them.
Through his tears, my father told this total stranger that his mother was lying in a hospital dying because the Doctors had been unable to locate her blood type, AB negative, and if they did not locate her blood type before nightfall… She would surely die.
It got very quiet in the car. Then this unidentified soldier extended his hand out to my father, palm up. Resting in the palm of his hand were the dog tags from around his neck.
The blood type on the tags was AB negative.
My Grandmother lived until 1996, 47 years later, and to this day no one in our family knows the Soldier’s name.
But my father has often wondered, was he a Soldier or an Angel in uniform? nothing is impossible for God!
Sometimes, we never know who He will bring into our lives to carry out a Special Mission, nor do we know whose lives God will have us touch with His Light, giving Hope and Joy.
Story by Chaplain Robinson about his Father.