Yesterday we fasted and prayed with focus on Mathew 10:16, “Behold, I send you out as sheep in the midst of wolves; so be wise as serpents and innocent as doves.” It’s a pretty crazy hour in America, no? Our country seems caught in some schizophrenic/personality-disorder spell. On the day this President wants to throw the biggest celebration of our founding ever, at least a very miserable third of this country want to burn the flag and erase our founding. And the problem is that this third has the backing of some very powerful people, as well as he who rules this world.
Joel posted this on my hometown page yesterday: This wonderful song was first sung in Boston, July 4th, 1831. We used to sing it in public high school in our home room along with the Lord’s Prayer and the Pledge of Allegiance. That was a long time ago at Ramapo H.S. in Franklin Lakes, NJ. Mr. Martin, a very hip teacher, was our home room leader. Life was simpler then.
My Country, ’tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty, Of thee I sing; Land where my fathers died, Land of the pilgrims’ pride, From ev’ry mountainside Let freedom ring!
The tables are turning on the third because they fail to realize that those of us I wrote about in “Independence Day” never stopped singing it, living it, breathing it, and believing it. It is in our DNA. Jesus tells us in verse 19, “Do not be anxious…”
Something else has failed to dawn on the third. Brother John reminds us we are children of both Old & New Testaments. I am Psalm 144:1. We know our place in Ecclesiastes. “And now, Lord, what do I wait for? My hope is in You.” I know who we are…
It’s Independence Day in my neighborhood, where people are friendly and life is good, where the silver moon knows when the sun goes away, tomorrow she will shine on Independence Day.
Please feel FREE to sing along here.