It’s that time of year again. On any Wednesday night, I can faintly hear the sound of the marching band as they practice. It brings back fond memories of those years our daughter was on the football field playing and marching.
It’s been quite a few years since those marching days, but the comforting sound brought me several thoughts recently:
- The years bring growth and change. We have since moved on as the years brought growth. Even during the four years of participation, the band often changed in size and formation. Our lives have gone through change as well with the addition of new family members and the passing of others.
- Families are made up of individuals. Each relative contributes to our family, bringing a uniqueness all their own. Each one is needed to do their part and none can be replaced.
- Our family journeys together. We travel through our days and years with ups and downs, joys and tears. And in the end, it is all worth every single moment.
My Bible dictionary defines ‘march’ as “to move along steadily usually with a rhythmic stride and in step with others in order to advance or proceed.”
Lately I have been reminded of another marching band …
When God’s people came up against the city of Jericho, God explained His fighting strategy:
“I have given you Jericho, its king, and all its strong warriors. You and your fighting men should march around the town once a day for six days. Seven priests will walk ahead of the Ark, each carrying a rams’ horn. On the seventh day you are to march around the town seven times, with the priests blowing the horns. When you hear the priests give one long blast on the rams’ horns, have all the people shout as loud as they can. Then the walls of the town will collapse, and the people can charge straight into the town.”
(Joshua 6:2-5, NLT)
Marching together we may just get to witness the walls come tumbling down.
Marching together we will always be stronger than when we march alone.