Memorial Day Weekend 2021

Welcome to the House of Hope! John 15:13 “Greater love has no one than this, that one lay down his life for his friends.” In 1915, Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae penned a poem while serving on the front lines during World War One. In Flanders Fields In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie, In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from flailing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.