I've been re-watching the HBO miniseries Band of Brothers, the account of Company E of the 101st Airborne in World War II. The 9th episode is entitled "Why We Fight" and begins with various scenes of these men whose lives have been on the line for almost a year, burdened by the death of friends and the destruction of seemingly everything around them, asking in various ways, "What have we been fighting for?" The answer comes with the discovery of a Nazi concentration camp in detail as gruesome as one can re-create. Without ever directly addressing the question, it becomes very obvious why so many men fought and died.
This morning my eyes have been filled with tears as I listened to Wayne Grudem's eulogy for his 23 year old daughter-in-law, who had been married to his son, Alexander, for three months, and was killed instantly in a car accident. My tears did not just come because of the tragedy that has befallen two families. I wept, in no small part, because I was reminded of why we fight for belief, for worship, for faith, for the trusting and treasuring of Jesus Christ in all of life (even unforseen tragedy). I wept because I was burdened for us as a church - I don't know when I will get a phone call from one of you like the one Wayne Grudem received, but it will happen. Or maybe it will be me calling you. But the reason I preach and plead and "take things so seriously" is for moments like these, when our survival and worship depend on the foundations and framework we fight and labor for when the seas of our lives are calm. Here is a link to another blog that contains Dr. Grudem's eulogy. I cannot commend these 17 minutes to you enough. This is why we fight for our joy in God.