It was six years ago this date, September 19, 2007, that as a parent I received the worse news ever. My son Sergeant Eddie Jeffers had been killed in Iraq. As a parent of an Infantry soldier and especially as a retired Army First Sergeant, I was more aware of the possibility of losing my son Eddie than most military parents. That knowledge did not soften the blow when the news arrived.
However, something did soften the blow, and not just for me but for the rest of our family. It was the knowledge that Eddie had given his life to the Lord Jesus Christ when he was 13 and now he was in heaven with our King. Yesterday the Lord gave me a revelation that I did not know I needed. It was an affirmation returned to me that I gave to Rafael Cruz last Sunday morning.
Mark Harris’ music is very special to the Jeffers Family. I’ve used two of Mark’s songs in videos I did right after Eddie died. Karen and I have had the pleasure of meeting and speaking with Mark on two occasions, the last one just three weeks ago. He is a very godly man and lives his faith out loud. One of his songs is appropriate for today’s devotional on lifestyle evangelism. The chorus of Mark’s song “Use Words” explains:
Karen and I received wonderful emails and phone calls yesterday from people around the country letting us know that they were thinking of and praying for our families on Memorial Day. We don’t do Memorial Day services; that’s one hurdle we haven’t jumped over. I’m not able to go to those events. Something keeps me away. I truly do want to pay respects to our fallen heroes, but it’s just too personal for me.
Can you believe that Memorial Day Weekend is already upon us?! Summer begins and this week it got a head start here in Florida with the temperature warming up and the humidity rising. A new season is upon us!
Today is the 150th Anniversary of the beginning of the Civil War. It is considered our first modern war; it was by far America’s most costly. The thing that always amazes me, so eloquently and poignantly illustrated in Ken Burn’s “Civil War”, is the courage under fire of the men facing sure carnage.
Fear can be paralyzing, whether it is real or perceived, known or unknown. Satan loves to use fear to cripple Christian warriors. He knows he can’t defeat us; Christ has won the victory. So, he plants fear into our hearts and minds, just like an enemy might plant a disease into an opponent’s water supply to slow down an advancing army.
Sixty-nine years ago today the Japanese launched, what was believed to be impossible, a surprise attack on the US Naval Base at Pearl Harbor, Hawaii. The death and destruction in just two wave attacks was devastating: 4 battleships sunk and 4 battleships damaged including 1 run aground; 2 destroyers sunk and 1 damaged; 3 cruisers damaged; 1 other ship sunk and three others damaged; 188 aircraft destroyed and 155 damaged; 2,402 military killed and 1,247 wounded; 57 civilians killed and 35 wounded.
Well my dear friend Mark Levin wanted me to come on the show and tell his audience what I thought of Connecticut Democratic Senate candidate Richard Blumenthal “misspeaking” about his Viet Nam service, or lack thereof.
A dear friend recently lost his son who battled cancer for 11 of his 23 years, and although this young man was lost to cancer he was won to Jesus. As a father who has buried a son, the blow is devastating…survival is possible only through the grace of Jesus Christ. A colleague wrote me the day after Eddie was killed that a parent should never have to bury a child…so true.
As a retired soldier, an amateur military historian, conservative pundit, and most importantly a believer in the Lord Jesus Christ, I am always fascinated with the lives of Christian warriors who answer the call of duty to serve their nation in the military. My beautiful son was just such a man. Like Eddie, I love to bring to light the lives of great Christian soldiers, sailors, airmen, marines, and coast guardsmen.
Long before my son Sergeant Eddie Jeffers ever wrote his now famous “Hope Rides Alone”; long before he breathed his last breath on that Iraqi desert floor and was welcomed into the arms of his Lord and Savior Jesus Christ; he was my hero.
He was my hero because the day before he left for his first tour in Iraq I asked him if he was sure of what he was about to do and he looked at me with an intensity and masculinity I did not recognize in my son and he told me, “Dad, this is my generation’s fight.”
That’s what I said on September 12, 2001. I feared that the outpouring of patriotism and national unity would only be temporary and that 9/11 would be just another patriotic event. I fear I was right for the most part.