12th November 2017 March of Remembrance
As I walked into the exposed and blustery town looking out onto the open sea looking to find the little parade my eyes were stunned to see the sight of at least one third of the town stood in grand formation with their majestic flags flying in the wind. I was welcomed into line by two great and tremendous Union Jack flags moving in the air. Perhaps I am an emotional person but as I found a place in line I felt my eyes watering and I wasn’t even sure why. There was a level of solemnity in the atmosphere but also solidarity as we stood there anxiously waiting for the start. More and more people joined onto the back of the line every one of them wearing their poppies, little red specks of hope creating a floating field. I know without a doubt that I had never expected so many people to be there. I knew in my heart that every one of them had made the willing choice to be out there on the seafront in the cold to remember and respect. As we started marching, I felt God’s presence there as the flags blew signalling for men, women and children of all ages to follow behind. I felt united to the people around me and with smiles we made our way to the windy beach. Everywhere we walked there were people wearing poppies clapping, waving and smiling, many of whom joined in behind. We finally reached a high point with a grandiose view of the open sea where the wreaths were to be placed and everyone was to observe the two minutes silence. The land seemed to go quiet at 11 am even the gulls seemed to stop their screeching for a short time. People came out of their homes and stood there in silence and reverence not just for those who died before us, but those who give their lives each day but most importantly to remember the freedom that was bought and could so easily be taken away again. Perhaps it was this new found knowledge of the fact that freedom in today’s society is being taken away (and not in a gradual manner at that), maybe it was a reaction to the current Labour leader when he said ‘we have nothing to remember’, or maybe just an inert sense of respect suddenly placed in them from a heavenly realm. I am certain God had his hand on every person in my town when it went silent last week and I stood there remembering but also praying that God would implant something of himself into each of these people. And to my surprise prayers were read and heads were bowed, hymns were sung and unity was in the air. And as we entered back into the town received by crowds of people in red scarves and wearing poppies cheering and smiling standing in respect on the road side I knew without a doubt that God had answered my prayers.
I pray that this encourages you because this is what I felt as I stood there last Sunday. I felt that God’s spirit was there and that it touched many people consciously or not. I also felt that the land was singing God’s praises and the flags were flying as a sign. I know it was a march that brought people together in unity and it was also very British too in the sense that people seemed to be unashamed of their nationality and were proud of their town and country and its great legacy. I know that whatever happens in the spiritual sometimes takes time to manifest in the natural but mark my words I am certain we will see something great happen very very soon.