What D-Day Means to Me

Today we honor those who fought and gave their lives on D-Day, when Allied forces invaded Normandy in German-occupied western Europe.

70 years ago today the fight began to spare the world a great evil. It would be nearly a full year later that the Nazi Party in Germany would be brought to its knees.

I lost my 18 year old Jewish uncle on the beaches of Normandy during the D-Day invasion. I was just three years old but I distinctly remember asking him to “bring me back Hitler’s mustache.” I also remember taking false guilt when I heard he had died.

I thought I was responsible for his death.

This makes me think about another D-Day that occurred over 2,000 years ago when the world was spared the greatest evil. The day our hero, Jesus, brought the devil to his knees, totally defeating him.

There is no false guilt for the death of Jesus. You and I were responsible. Thank God that He remembers our sin no more. This is why I so value, love and appreciate Jesus.

That was D-Day for the world. “D” stands for “Defeat the Devil!”