Super Bowl Sunday was like any other. I prepared a variety of snack foods for everyone to munch on during the day so I didn’t have to cook again. I sat down to finish an article that I had been struggling with for days. The pregame had ended, and players had been introduced.
The rendition of ”America the Beautiful” by the Sandy Hook Elementary Choir and Jennifer Hudson was touching. I thought this was a nice thing to do, to let the country know that they are still healing. Perhaps some even said a silent prayer for them and our nation.
Then the cameras panned to the white piano. Alicia Keyes began to play and then sing. I didn’t make it to “the dawn’s early light” before I was in tears. I am not an emotional guy. But that song chokes me up every time I hear it. I don’t know why, perhaps because it brings up the love that I have for my country. This time, it was more than that. Soon, the tears were streaming. It was more this time; my heart ached. I was weeping in sorrow. Before Ms. Keyes was done, the cameras panned to a player who had tears running down his blackened cheeks; it only exacerbated my emotions. Our nation is so broken and lost.
I started noticing a few years ago that a lot of people don’t care that much about how their actions affect our nation. They don’t care about the Constitution, natural law, or morality. They care about greed, pride, abomination, and gratification.
They care about what is in it for them, regardless of how it affects everyone else. They have a sense that something is owed to them. They care about taking from someone else even if they have to beg to get what they think they need.
What happened to the famous John F. Kennedy quote that became unification towards a goal of restoration? “Ask not what your country can do for you; ask what you can do for your country”
Martin Luther King Jr. had a dream. It was a nation of men living in equality under the grace of God, respectful of each other, lifting each other up in Christ. His dream was hijacked by the left, and now Obama’s dream is a divisive nation without God.
As a nation, we are all living in cities that we did not build, drinking from wells we did not dig, eating food that we did not plant, and living in a country that we did not die for. We have lost the reason for which our great nation was created, and we have turned our back on the foundation of our existence; for we have not suffered to obtain what we have. We don’t appreciate it, nor do we care where it comes from; we are owed more. And we give thanks to no one. Not God, not our founders. Oh, how we deplore them. The military who keep us safe are mostly deplored, abused, and dishonored regularly by broken promises and mistrust.
With a ruling class that enslaves the people to a lifestyle of assistance and an entitlement state that continually strives to provide more to the people who keep them in power, how can we ever recover?
I grew up in an era where honesty and integrity was more important than material possessions. Where your success in life was evident by the number of people who attended your funeral rather than the amount of possessions you had accumulated, by your offspring adding to society rather than taking from it. I think tonight, I will spend some extra time on my knees, thankful for what we have and hoping for a brighter future for us all.