One time more, one time less

By: snowgood

Oct 30 2011

Category: Christianity, Death, Hope, Jesus

2 Comments

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Just before 8:00pm we stood under the archway that is the Menin Gate in Belgium.

The three uniformed men stepped forward in one accord, and raised their horns.

Almost every night since 2 July 1927 the buglers from the local fire brigade have played “The Last Post” for the myriads that lost their lives on the Ypres salient in World War 1.  Every night that is except during German occupation in World War II.

They play in memory of the lost, those killed in action and whose graves are unknown.

A military campaign to advance just 5 miles saw some 250,000 allied lives lost, in addition to the 225,000 Germans who put up a stern defence. Lost in action.

What waste.

Gazing up at the inscriptions, and hearing that solemn sound you can’t fail to feel a sense of awe.  Only a hard man wouldn’t shed a tear, pondering the senseless loss of so many.

So for perhaps the 4th or 5th time I stood there, and afterwards my Dad’s voice quivered as the solemnity of the occasion hit home.

I’m not too sure why it’s called “The Last Post”.

It strike me that this remarkable tradition attended by countless thousands really will one day experience the very Last Post.

One day the buglers will return no more, because the heavenly trumpet will call the lost to Jesu’s side.  Not just the saints who remain alive, but all those who stood on both sides during those fateful days who too trusted in a living Saviour.

There’ll be no more rats, no more shell shock, no more disease, and no more death as the redeemer calls to himself all those who loved the one whose combat was with death itself.

Death could not hold him.  He was numbered with the poor, but gained a grave with the rich.  Death could not hold Him.  He rose again, and one day soon he’ll call all his own to His side.

Are you ready?

One the heavenly trumpet sounds there’ll be no looking back, no second chance.

May you be with me on that day, but shedding tears of joy as you contemplate he who was pierced that we might go free.

2 comments on “One time more, one time less”

  1. Excellent post! I just lost myself in it. I appreciate the brevity and simplicity for such a somber moment. thanks for the blessing…

  2. I’ll be there . . . but as you, there ONLY because of what Christ did for us.

    I say “Even so, come quickly, Lord Jesus” but part of me cries out that not everyone is ready. I have loved ones and friends who won’t be there and I pray there will be time for them.


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