“As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord.”
~ Joshua 24:15
This verse has had layers of meaning added to it over recent weeks. It has popped up often in my quiet times, in conversation and at a conference I went to recently.
It reminds me that no matter what I may do and say, no matter what priorities push to the fore and no matter what stage of life I am at, there is one thing that remains the same: I serve the Lord. Regardless of the goals I have for myself, for us as a couple or for our future family, we serve the One who made us.
It is a declaration over my household and to all who enter that we are made to live for God and it is a challenge to me to make time in my daily schedule to spend time with my Father to bring my perspective in line with His. When I do that, the definition of a life well lived is realigned and falls according to how willingly I’m bringing God into my every day.
Joshua knew where his allegiance lay. He was speaking to God’s chosen people and even they had forgotten the great I Am and all that He had done for them. There was no shame in Joshua’s declaration. For me, it is a promise not only for myself but for my family, that those who live under our roof serve the Lord and as such, our relationship with Him becomes our priority.
There is so much I could write about our time in Hawaii. I could dwell on the simplicity of sun, sea and sand and the positive impact they can have on your soul. I could reflect on how time spent on an island that is six hours from the nearest mainland can really give you space to take stock and figure a few things out. I could tell you that these islands are a merging of Polynesian and American cultures and unpack how that gives them a unique atmosphere. I could quite happily recount how excited I was that my name – one that is Hawaiian in origin – was everywhere and how when I told my name to the baristas in Starbucks, they didn’t ask me to repeat it or how to spell it when they wrote it on my cup. There is so much I could write.
But one of the things I remember most, is visiting Pearl Harbor (I’m spelling it the American way… humour me). When I first visited Oahu over 20 years ago, I was too small to take the short boat trip over to the Arizona memorial but for whatever reason, from a very young age, I have had a fascination of the events of 7 December 1941. So it was with great anticipation that this time, when I visited with my husband, I could make that trip and really take in the place, the history and the events of that ‘date which will live in infamy.’
It is that very phrase that as a communicator, I was excited to see ‘in the flesh’. Imagine my surprise when I saw that the phrase, which in itself lives in infamy, was written in pencil over the original script. These famous words were not those that were intended to be spoken. They were an amend, seemingly written by the hand of Franklin D. Roosevelt himself and they were displayed in the museum at Pearl Harbor.
The power of words is something that I am all too aware of. When used in spite, the spoken word can hurt more deeply and make a longer lasting impression than any physical wound. When used in triumph, the spoken word cannot be matched in its ability to inspire and transform generations.
So it is with this one word. Yes, 7 December 1941 was a date that became part of world history. But with that small pencilled correction it graduated beyond being a date that is simply recited by youngsters in a history class and became a date that changed the course of history. A date that, because of a President’s understanding of the power of language, lives in infamy.
“I believe in the sun, even when it is not shining.
“I believe in love, even though I don’t feel it.
“I believe in God, even when he is silent.”
~ Anonymous poem, scratched into a wall by a victim of the Holocaust