It may seem curious to other nations that our most hallowed day of military remembering – more significant for Australians than Remembrance Day itself – hearkens back to an occasion of defeat and terrible loss.
On Anzac Day, we actively perpetuate the memory of defeat, not out of masochism, but out of recognition that there’s something intrinsically worthy about it. The strangeness of Easter – the story of God himself passing into the valley of death on our behalf – has had reverberations well beyond the overtly religious aspects of our culture.
I see that the lord is always with me. I will not be shaken, for he is right beside me. No wonder my heart is glad, and my tongue shouts his praises! My body rests in hope. For you will not leave my soul among the dead or allow your Holy One to rot in the grave. You have shown me the way of life, and you will fill me with the joy of your presence. (Acts 2:25-28)
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Never take your rights, or your education, for granted. Happy International Women’s Day.
I just got the biggest case of chills…