My friend George Zeller sent this to me via email, and I thought is was a great reminder to cherish the Lord's day.
Joop Will was only 10 years old when his father, Peter, was seized by the Nazis for being a member of the Dutch resistance. Will never saw his father again after the December 1943 arrest, but thanks to a new online Holocaust-era archive, the 82-year old has finally received his father’s last letter (72 years later), written to his wife and six sons as he prepared to be deported to a concentration camp in Germany. He wrote, “I’ve now been away from you at home for the 42nd Sunday,” the father wrote, counting time by the days of worship missed with his family. The son commented, “He didn’t talk about days or weeks, he talked about Sundays—he was a man of deep belief.” [From The Hartford Courant, Dec. 6, 2015] There was a time, would that it were now, when the Lord’s Day was highly valued, and when Sunday was a special day to worship with family, so much so that this dear man counted time by the Sundays he missed with his family. How much do we esteem and cherish the Lord’s day, the assembling together of the saints to do business with our great God? (Heb. 10:24-25)
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