God Blessed America

When I was a child growing up in the hollows of West Virginia coal country, we still called it Decoration Day. It was the day set aside to visit and decorate the graves of those who gave their lives in our nation’s wars. The guardians of our freedom rest in cemeteries across our land, at the places where they stood final muster in foreign lands, and some rest in places known only to God. Now we call it Memorial Day and sadly, most of our children neither know nor are taught about the significance of it and to countless more, it is just the first long weekend of summer.

Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, “Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?” And I said, “Here am I. Send me!” Isaiah 6:8 (NIV)

Our country is a very special place. It is so, because at its very beginning we acknowledged that our cherished freedom is a gift of God. Whenever called, there have always been men and women ready to stand between us and those who would smother freedom’s light. They go, confront our enemies and more than a million of them have died so that you and I can sit on the patio on a sunny afternoon in May sipping cool drinks, eating hotdogs and watching millionaires race cars. Do we not owe them more than that? Men and women of valor died for us and we reward ourselves with a holiday.

In his Word War I poem, In Flanders Fields, Canadian Army Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, concluded with this as the voice of the fallen:

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing 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 blow
In Flanders fields.

Each of us must ask the person in the mirror if we caught the torch, and if so, do we hold it high? Have we broken the faith with those who died?

I do not know if you have ever visited a Veteran’s cemetery. When you see those stones sitting row on row, from your heart can you utter a thank you with assurance that you have the torch – freedom’s torch? Or, was your duty fulfilled when you visited a gravesite, publicly bowed your head and then went to the season’s first cook out.

I do not want to detract from the importance of this time with my cynicism, but an old trusted Soldier told me once that sometimes your words must hit the recipient in the head as if they were delivered by a two by four, otherwise he may not get the message.

Our cemeteries are filled with those who, for us, defeated Japanese Imperialism, Adolf Hitler’s National Socialism (NAZI) and fought Communists directly in Korea and Vietnam and for the past decade Radical Islamists. When they passed us the torch, I believe we took it to the mall.

As I scan the battlefield, I see communists at the highest levels of our government. They do not call themselves that and spineless politicians who fear being beaten with a McCarthy bat will not call them that either, but they are there. It is documented that members of the Muslim Brotherhood are in top positions in the State Department, the Whitehouse, Homeland Security and the Department of Defense. Add to that, anti-Soldier, anti-Americans like Bomber Bill Ayers have influence at the highest level. We have not taken the torch and many souls on this day must be asking why did you send me?

Millions have died preserving freedom. Sadly, the rest of us appear determined to give it away.

We shall not sleep, though poppies blow

In Flanders fields.

©2012

My America Your America

This is not the America I know or the America I grew up in and these are not American values. We must take back America. Is that rhetoric beginning to wear on you some? It is me.

From politicians and pundits and from all political compass points the goal must be to put forth a version of America and a set of values that Americans accept or identify with. They all begin their declarations with statements such as most Americans accept or most Americans believe. Depends on which one polled the best I suppose. What they are really putting forth is what they desire for most Americans to accept or believe and the truth be known they accept as truth little of what comes from their own mouths.

It is merely empty rhetoric that fills the substance devoid dead air that permeates American political speak. Who knows the America that I know? Who can describe the America that I grew up in if he or she was not standing beside me while I was doing that growing up? What are American values? With our national drive to hyphenate the American identity might purely American values no longer be identifiable? What truly shaped the American identity? From whom exactly must we take back America? Maybe this is just a bit too much of a challenge for a Sunday afternoon. But what the heck.

The America I grew up in no longer exists, but I have never left it. All Americans still live in the America they grew up in, whatever that is and wherever it was. For America to continue, we must find some commonality. I assure you that in future decades, should I be fortunate to have a couple more, I will not describe today as the good ole days.

I am the son of a depression era World War II veteran and a Coal Miner. Not an easy life that. Following Church service today, I visited the graves of him and my Mother. My Mom, a Mother of five, was a country gal herself, married at fifteen. From my Dad, I learned that no one owed me. For a day’s pay, I should have to provide a day’s work. I started that when I was sixteen. From Mom, I learned the importance of holding a family together. Something she did well.

I remember school days that started with the Pledge of Allegiance to the flag, followed by singing the first verse of “My Country, Tis of Thee.” Are you ready for this? Following that, the Lord’s Prayer led by a teacher. As liberal heads explode across the land, we also learned early about our history, our exceptional country and the evils of communism. What else? If we got too far out of line, our teacher or the Principal would introduce our rear ends to the Board of Education. None of that was good so we tossed it all away. According to the Supreme Court, God had to leave the classroom. He could not even stand in the corner. Spankings in schools, horrors! And who needs all of that hokey red, white and blue sweet land of liberty stuff? Really.

We had to try out to make a sports team. If we did not make it, we tried harder the next time. We did not hold it against the people who were better than us. We knew that if we wanted it bad enough and worked hard enough, we would make the team. Little boys did not play sports with little girls and there were no self-esteem participation trophies. If you stunk up the ball park, you were not rewarded for sucking at a sport. Rewards came for accomplishment. That also applied to school work.

You will pardon my language here, but I have actually been talked down to by the sophisticated about my “country assed” attitude. Has anyone ever told you that you were too honest? Honesty must not be a big attribute these days, especially if the truth might not serve to advance your position in life. I learned other things as a youngster. Men did not use impolite language in the presence of ladies, now many of the ladies out cuss the men. Without a hint of blushing. I learned that it was polite to open a door for a woman and to let the lady go first. Now some appear offended if I do that, but not most. I learned that serving my country in the Armed Forces was expected and good.

I grew up watching television programs where parents did not have to worry about flurries of profanity being hurled at their children. I remember programs like The Rifleman, where the good guy always won, the son always learned a valuable lesson and the Holy Bible was always present on the table and often read – shockingly – right on the screen. There was Hoppy, Roy, The Lone Ranger and Tonto, Poncho and Cisco. Comedy was the Three Stooges and not an unending string of vulgarities. Father Knows Best, My Three Sons, Ozzie and Harriet, it was all about family. It was not Will and Grace. We actually had variety shows with singing and dancing and an occasional comedy skit. None of it was sponsored by sex performance drugs. I know, I know, it was an insane time for America.

We liked muscle cars with big engines and loud pipes. The machine was more important that the stereo. AM radio and top 40 rock and roll got the job done. Having grease under your finger nails and skinned up knuckles from a slipping wrench were badges of honor. We still had trouble with gas money, even at 30 cents a gallon.

We also had our version of the occupy Wall Street maggots. They called themselves Students for a Democratic Society and spawned the likes of the Weather Underground and much of today’s Washington. Actually, it is just one big maggot circle when you ponder it because the SDS hippies are the father of the OWS. That was a part of my America too.

Hey, maybe my America does have something in common with yours.

©2012

Rumors of War III

I posted this important link previously. The video I linked to was pulled with a message noting a copyright infringement claim from GBTV.com. Since there was no video there and only the copyright message I removed the post. I viewed this video and it is the same. This is an important video, which is why I am posting it again. Share it and spread it. The Muslim Brotherhood is “inside” and influencing the highest levels of the United States Government.

The last American standing…

I am told, apply the golden rule. Treat others as I want to be treated. The dictum, in the context that I most hear it directs me to accept the behavior of others while hoping they accept mine. For some, that may be the golden rule.

“‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength.’ The second is this: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’ There is no commandment greater than these.” Mark 12:30-31 (NIV)

For me, the expression treat others as I want to be treated works only to twist the second most important Commandment, Love your neighbor as yourself, into an embrace of moral relativism. That is how evil works. It lures with soothing words and once you accept the assertion, evil rips the soul right out of you. Evil also rips the soul from nations.

If you have yet to embrace the first Commandment, you are ill qualified to speak to me and much less a nation of people about the second. Men know by your walk whether you embrace the first.

C. S. Lewis, in my view quite possibly the clearest thinking man to ever put words on paper, explained the phenomenon Americans now face:

Proletarianism, in its various forms ranging from strict Marxism to vague “democracy”… [is] self-satisfied to a degree perhaps beyond the self-satisfaction of any recorded aristocracy. They are convinced that whatever may be wrong with the world it cannot be themselves. Someone else must be to blame for every evil. Hence, when the existence of God is discussed, they by no means think of Him as their Judge. On the contrary, they are His judges. If He puts up a reasonable defence, they will consider it and perhaps acquit Him. They have no feelings of fear, guilt, or awe. They think, from the very outset, of God’s duties to them, not their duties to Him. And God’s duties to them are conceived not in terms of salvation but in purely secular terms – social security, prevention of war, a higher standard of life. “Religion” is judged exclusively by its contribution to these ends. – From “The Quotable Lewis”

I must wonder if Mr. Lewis was not looking through history’s window toward the future United States of America when he wrote that. ““Religion” is judged exclusively by its contribution to these ends.” The golden rule as proclaimed to us then must mean that if we embrace the first Commandment, we must accept homosexual marriage because God wants us to accept it just as I suppose that Jesus wants us to pay more taxes. Evil, while working hard to redefine Christianity with a collection of worldly edicts “I am my brother’s keeper”, lays guilt on us hoping to pierce the armor of our faith and if we succumb to it another piece of our soul is ripped away. Loving your neighbor as yourself does not mean accepting behavior that is in direct conflict with our Christian way of life.

Few things in this world are truly important to me.

My Christian faith. I cannot stand by while it is redefined into some other worldly relative set of nonsensical platitudes hoping to steer a nation toward its own destruction. I will hold strong to it and pray every day that God keeps evil from my country and me. I stand with God. A country that turns away from God will not be allowed to stand. As Mrs. Ruth Graham said to the Reverend, “If God doesn’t bring judgment on America soon, He will have to apologize to Sodom and Gomorrah.”

My family. The family is the foundation on which great societies stay strong and prosper. I will never embrace ideals that only serve to destroy traditional families. I will hold mine close to me and protect it with my last breath on this earth. A society that supports morals that serve only to destroy the traditional family will not be strong and ultimately will not survive.

My American Birth Right. I am among those blessed to have been born in a country founded on the principle of God-given rights and whose founders “… with a firm reliance on the protection of divine Providence…” set us on a path unequaled by any nation in the history of nations. Yet we work so hard to rely on fallible men, too often with ill-intent, to guide us.

God, Family, Country. In this order and uncompromising make up the soul of America. I challenge you, if it must come to it pledge to be the last American standing.

For I am already being poured out like a drink offering, and the time for my departure is near. I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. Now there is in store for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will award to me on that day —and not only to me, but also to all who have longed for his appearing. – 2 Timothy 4:6-8 (NIV)

©2012

Political Virtue

I went back to the archives and looked at what I was thinking during the 2008 presidential campaign. It is more than a little disheartening. One thing we seem incapable of is learning from past stupidity.

On February 17, 2008, I posted For the sake of your political virtue. (This link takes you to a web archive via the Wayback machine because not long after that the bunker was mothballed for a time.)

We are a self-centered bunch blindly following a collection of self-centered and self-anointed know-it-alls. We follow them to the brink of forfeiting our freedom in trade for knowing that we managed to preserve our personal political virtue. Yes, we voted our convictions for the “best” person. The one our assessment convinced us was politically pure enough to merit our vote. Regardless of the fact that he or she had no chance of taking that political purity to 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.

Still, we have people who insist that the perfect candidate is not on the ballot. That is to imply that there is such thing as a perfect politician, man or woman for that matter. One who can truly be all things to all people and fulfill all promises delivering us to a blissful environment in which all of us can feel safe and flourish. In this world, that person simply does not exist. I assure you, however, that someday the perfect candidate will arrive and He will not be on any ballot. Until such time, it is our job to ensure that we have a place from which His light might still brightly shine.

If you can, please explain to me the lesser of two evils concept. Frankly, it is a rather tired cliché in a world that seems to function on the strength of platitudes followed by clichés followed by more platitudes.

Just as before, I hear the chatter insisting that there is no candidate who is going to move the country in the right direction insisting that one will just destroy it quicker than will the other. One insists that he will vote for the Constitution party candidate, another the Libertarian and still others insist that the best candidate cannot break through the establishment and get on the ballot so they cheer for a third party. The communists must surely love this.

I really do not care what anyone’s political persuasion is. If we got down to brass tacks, most people would turn out to be political mutts rather than pedigreed and pure. It is human nature. If your foundation rests on a political party, then you have already forfeited that virtue you so adamantly defend.

Survival of a nation is at stake and along with it freedom as we know it. There is no lesser of anything. There is good and there is evil. The preservation of God given freedom is good. Anything less is evil. As Americans, that is our charge. We have throughout our history, less the most recent years, been the guardians of God-given freedom. Either our country makes a U turn back toward that foundation or we give away to the control of men what God provided.

So if you are a political purist who must seek out the perfect candidate to assign your vote, then ask yourself to what end. I know, I have heard your arguments – at least until I switched off your radio program or stopped reading your columns and for a certain collection of you put your email on auto delete. You will be able to live with yourself and look admiringly upon your image in the mirror because you were strong and you voted for the right man. Therefore, whatever happens to the United States of America was none of your doing.

Mr. or Ms. Political Purist, it is about choosing good over evil. There is no lesser. There is only one or the other. Your vote will only go into one column. Pray for guidance.

©2012