It's a fun holiday here in the Netherlands with special activities for the children and adults alike.
One friend claimed that a couple of years ago he was in Arnhem for the celebration and the mass of people carried him along for two blocks without his feet ever touching the pavement.*
Many people, like our neighbor, hung out the Dutch flag.
If you look carefully, you'll see something interesting on the end of the flagpole.
It's an orange tip, specifically put there because the Dutch royal family is the House of Orange-Nassau.
If you watch the summer Olympics, you'll see Dutch fans wearing a lot of orange, rather than red-white-and-blue.
I saw a lot of orange on the streets yesterday, too. Orange shirts, orange hats, orange jackets.
The cashier in the grocery store even wore an orange lei.
It's a bit of fun, a way of saying, "I belong to this place and these 'orange' people."
We are citizens of a Kingdom, too, a royal priesthood, a holy nation.
Our King doesn't have a particular color. But He did say that others would know that we belonged to Him--and to each other--by our love.
M. VanRheenen
*This friend was not know for letting the facts get in the way of a good story.
