Remembering Series

Video Ill.: We Will Remember (Memorial Day) — Centerline New Media

("The Old Man and the Gulls" from Paul Harvey's The Rest of the Story by Paul Aurandt, 1977, quoted in Heaven Bound Living, Knofel Stanton, Standard, 1989, p. 79-80)

I know I’ve told this story before, but I love the message it gives us.

It is gratitude that prompted an old man to visit an old broken pier on the eastern seacoast of Florida. Every Friday night,

until his death in 1973, he would return, walking slowly and slightly stooped with a large bucket of shrimp. The sea gulls

would flock to this old man, and he would feed them from his bucket. Many years before, in October, 1942, Captain Eddie Rickenbacker was on a mission in a B-17 to deliver an important message to General Douglas MacArthur in New Guinea.

But there was an unexpected detour which would hurl Captain Eddie into the most harrowing adventure of his life.

Somewhere over the South Pacific the Flying Fortress became lost beyond the reach of radio. Fuel ran dangerously low, so the men ditched their plane in the ocean...

For nearly a month Captain Eddie and his companions would fight the water, and the weather, and the scorching sun. They spent many sleepless nights recoiling as giant sharks rammed their rafts. The largest raft was nine by five. The biggest shark...ten feet long.

But of all their enemies at sea, one proved most formidable: starvation. Eight days out, their rations were long gone or destroyed by the salt water. It would take a miracle to sustain them. And a miracle occurred.

In Captain Eddie's own words, "Cherry," that was the B-17 pilot, Captain William Cherry, "read the service that afternoon, and we finished with a prayer for deliverance and a hymn of praise. There was some talk, but it tapered off in the oppressive heat. With my hat pulled down over my eyes to keep out some of the glare, I dozed off."

Now this is still Captain Rickenbacker

talking..."Something landed on my head. I knew that it was a sea gull. I don't know how I knew, I just knew. Everyone else knew too. No one said a word, but peering out from under my hat brim without moving my head, I could see the expression on their faces. They were staring at that gull.

The gull meant food...if I could catch it."

And the rest, as they say, is history. Captain Eddie caught the gull. Its flesh was eaten. Its intestines were used for bait to catch fish. The survivors were sustained and their hopes renewed because a lone sea gull,

uncharacteristically hundreds of miles from land, offered itself as a sacrifice.

You now know that Captain Eddie made it.

And now you also know...that he never forgot. Because every Friday evening, about sunset...on a lonely stretch

along the eastern Florida seacoast...you could see an old man walking...white-haired, bushy-eyebrowed, slightly bent.

His bucket filled with shrimp was to feed the gulls...to remember that one which, on a day long past, gave itself without a struggle...like manna in the wilderness.

On this Sunday before Memorial Day, we remember.

Originally called Decoration Day after the Civil War, Memorial Day has been a day for Americans to remember those who lost their lives in the service of their country.

After the Civil War ended in 1865, the country was in complete disarray.  Families and lives were torn apart because of all the fighting and destruction that had occurred.  It is believed that Memorial Day began when two Civil War veterans saw a woman and her two children decorate the grave of a fallen soldier with flowers.  The two veterans were so moved that they decided to decorate more graves with flowers.  In 1868, General John A. Logan, commander-in-chief of the Grand Army of the Republic, ordered that the 30th day of May be designated for the purpose of decorating graves of the war dead.  General James Garfield spoke at the first national observance of Memorial Day on May 30, 1868.

For 100 years after that, Memorial Day was celebrated as a day for remembering those who had lost their lives in wars fought by America.  Then in 1968, Memorial Day was officially changed to the last Monday of May.  And, that's the way it has been ever since.

We are a forgetful people.

Are You Forgetful?

By Sermon Central

(From a sermon by Gordon Curley, Forgotten, 11/18/2010)

Copied from Sermon Central

I can certainly say that I am a forgetful person. I was relieved recently to find out that I'm not the only one who forgets things. According to researcher Karen Bolla, everyone does at one time or another. These are the six things people most often forget: