I recently attended the funeral of a friend who had served in the armed forces. At the gravesite, three young servicemen, dressed in their pristine uniforms, stood ramrod straight. With clockwork precision, they saluted and turned toward each other. In silence, and with great care, they removed the flag draping the casket. They stretched it taut, made one fold, creased it, turned it, and folded it again. Time was not an issue; all was done with respect and reverence, both for the flag and the individual who had honored it with their service. The flag was presented with such dignity to the gathered loved ones. Those men must have spent hours preparing their uniforms and learning and practicing the graveside ceremony. Their level of care and perfection brought tears to my eyes.
The three servicemen hadn’t known the person who died, but they respected who the person once was and what they had sacrificed. It made me realize what a gift it is when everything is done to the Glory of God, and how much the small things really do count.