The ANZAC spirit is something special.
Its similar to the way Americans feel when they see a bald eagle flying across a blue sky. Or the reason Canadians seem to plater their flag on everything from their backpacks to their underwear.
But its more than a symbol.
ANZAC stands for Australia and New Zealand Army Corps.
But its more than a history story or a battle.
Its about a spirit.
The ANZACS were known for their ability to keep their sense of humour, even in difficult times, to be resourceful when they had nothing, to give their life for their mates, to be courageous, even when others weren’t, and to respect all.
We celebrated that spirit this week.
We waved our Aussie flags at the town parade.
We cheered for our veterans and our soldiers.
We teared up as we saw the “wounded in the line of fire” soldiers driven by.
And we bowed our heads and hearts (and closed our toddler eyes) as Bishop Putney led thousands of our community in prayers of gratefulness to our God.
But we also celebrated our friends and the ANZAC spirit that lives between us.
Not because we’re soldiers fighting in some far off land, but because we would give our lives for each other.
Because the best birthday parties are the ones made of flowers clipped from your friend’s garden.
Because someone took the time to op-shop for a teaspoon for every single one of her friends. (Even though she was the birthday girl.)
Because laughing together is a lifeline, no matter whose grandparent passed away last week (for the record, there were three.)
Because it takes courage to wear a black hat with a pink and white dress, even if it is the only one you’ve got. (Too much? Definitely! As if I’m that fashion conscious, I’m sorry to say!)