“…I heard it in the wind
and I saw it in the sky,
and I thought it was the end
and I thought it was the 4th of July…”
Tell me again that ours is or was or should be a “Christian” nation, but first tell me what such an appellation even means.
Is it a nation that sanctions the death of millions upon millions of its unborn citizens?
Is it a nation built upon the perverse Deistic framework of John Locke, which flourished under the tutelage of John Dewey’s Pragmatism and the “end justifies the means” ethos of the Robber Barons who lead and guide and direct public policy to this very hour?
Who is my Brother and Kinsman in the family of God?
Is it the gun-toting, beer-swilling, gay-bashing, whore-mongering, blasphemer who goes to church each Sunday only to be validated in a brief jingoistic homily of “good manners” that God shed His Grace on thee?
Oh let us take back “our” nation from the clutches of secular humanists and godless liberals, who have perverted “our” precious Constitution… a document so “sacred” that it fails to mention the name of Christ Jesus once, absent even of a single obligatory vague reference to the divine.
Yea verily, we need to get back to the principles upon which this nation was founded… like Slavery.
No, that’s right… we fixed that in the War Between the States, after millions of Americans slaughtered each other in one of the bloodiest civil wars in the history of the world. Surely GOD was pleased with the vile war crimes in Andersonville, just as the burning of Atlanta was fragrant incense in His nostrils.
Then let us simply return to the halcyon days of post-war America, the 1950s… when women and “the blacks” knew their place. Why not the supply-side era of the Reaganomic 1980s, where the rich washed their hands in the blood of the poor.
Let us wave our flags and celebrate the freedoms we enjoy here… where millions of children go to bed hungry each night and billions of dollars are spent on pornography each year. This land was made for you and me.
Say not: “Why were the former days better than these?”
For it is not from wisdom that you ask this.
My quips are humorless, written more in dirge than in mirth… meant more to drive home a singular ideological point than to necessarily interact with the events of history that I mention.
On this day of days, a day of revelry and patriotism, it is my aim to meditate soberly upon how Messiah teaches us to see our place within the nations of the world. “In the world while not of it,” as is the so often the refrain within Evangelical culture.
“Therefore let us go to him outside the camp and bear the reproach he endured. For here we have no lasting city, but we seek the Kingdom that is to come.”
Heresy is preached from the pulpits from coast-to-coast, yet I hear more talk of Supreme Court appointees and “the economy” than manifesting the Gospel before a watching world.
“…I talk of freedom, you talk of the flag.
I talk of revolution, you’d much rather brag…”
Tonight the air is filled with delectable fragrances of food and festivities, now passed… the spark and crash of dazzling pyrotechnic displays remain only in a smoky echoing afterglow, the red-white-blue bunting streams ‘cross eaves and star-spangled banners wave in the slight evening breeze.
I hear it in the wind and I see it in the sky… and though I think it is the end, I know it is just the 4th of July.