I left the ranch early this morning in search of Red, White and Blue. My drive took me to Columbia Park where the Tri Cities Chamber of Commerce is preparing for the River of Fire show. I hope to watch it from the Blue Bridge – me and a few hundred others. I’ll let you know how that goes.
Have a safe and happy Independence Day All Y’alls!
Setting up for fireworks show
“So Christ has truly set us free. Now make sure that you stay free, and don’t get tied up again in slavery to the law.” Galatians 5:1 (NLT)
The word-wide obsession with our devices and mankind whirling along the surface of the earth without actually living on it has me thinking. For all our technological advances we may have missed something important.
Spoiler alert: While I believe God blesses America, I am not blind or ignorant. We’re in a mess. And yet we’re a blessed mess. “And that’s all I have to say about that.”
So, now that’s out of the way:
I’ve noticed a distinctive change in American society. I admit, I’ve corrected youngsters for being disruptive or disrespectful during the National Anthem at baseball games, etc. That’s old school and can be risky. It’s also one of the perks of being old.
As a kid when I stepped out of line, whether they knew me, my family or not, a momma or a father was often quick to correct me. It was perfectly acceptable then and I appreciate their guidance more now than ever.
Today in our litigious society, we may have missed the importance of teaching our history, our good traditions to our young. Things like pausing for the playing of the National Anthem, saying the Pledge of Allegiance and what it all means. I didn’t learn it in school – I learned at home. While it may be part of a teacher’s seemingly endless job, it’s not their responsibility; it’s the parents’. And don’t get me started about showing appreciation for service persons in uniform…
So, before I start another rabbit trail, on this Independence Day, I apologize for the poor quality of the following video. Like me it’s old school. But as a society we need to hear the message. Like our full, accurate history, complete with some shameful attitudes and incorrectness, it’s important to remember what it’s all about.
Feel free to stand. Or pray.
“Always be humble and gentle. Be patient with each other, making allowance for each other’s faults because of your love.” Ephesians 4:2 (NLT)
Is it just me? Or does this particular American Independence Day seem to come with a special uniqueness. I wonder…
In my new neighborhood where daily I see Street People, many in bondage to substances, people seem more hopeless and desperate. And with Brexit, the Presidential Campaign shenanigans, and random acts of intentional mayhem dominating the news headlines, I actually appreciate my freedoms more than ever before.
Each new day from my first breath till I rest at night I make a strong effort to fill my space with thanks for my many blessings. And nearly every day, especially those in which I don’t talk with one of my “kids,” I remember freedom is not free. It’s a good habit.
July 4th is not necessarily about recognizing our Armed Forces, Veterans, First Responders or to remember those who gave their all in the service of their country. Still, without so many Americans who have throughout history and still continue to risk everything to defend our values, standing against insurmountable odds, tyranny and terrorism, again and again we would not have established and grown this land of liberty. Without all the above we would not have the freedom to exercise our rights:
“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.–That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed...”*
I may be myopic here, but especially since the recent attacks on Paris, Orlando and Istanbul, I keep thinking of the line from the 1996 movie Independence Day**:
“…We can’t be consumed by our petty differences anymore. We will be united in our common interests. Perhaps its fate that today is the Fourth of July, and you will once again be fighting for our freedom…”
Maybe I actually am getting old. Or maybe the pressure of world events is exceptionally heavy lately. Still, in the back of my mind the song that inspired me as a child resounds in me today:
God Bless America!
“Therefore I want the men everywhere to pray, lifting up holy hands without anger or disputing.” 1 Timothy 2:8 (NLT)
With all our advancements, as much as things change, some things haven’t.
Why can’t people identify people in lite conversation as people, like, “this guy,” or “a girl I know”… Must we start a conversation with wedges such as specifying skin color, ethnicity, gender inclination, political orientation, etc?
What are your thoughts?
If you don’t vote, quit yer bellyachin’. If you did, trust God.
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