Why I Cry

I haven’t had a chance to write this week since Grace (2nd grade) and Owen (Kindergarten) started school on Monday. It is my first year of homeschooling both of them and it’s been an adjustment to say the least. On Wednesday Grace had a Social Studies lesson on “The Star Spangled Banner.” We studied the origins and the history behind the song—which actually started out as a poem written during the War of 1812. As we got to the middle of the lesson we deconstructed the different lines and explored the meaning. I didn’t even make it through half of the poem before I started to cry. Grace looked at me, “Mom, are you crying?” Seemingly horrified that a poem could elicit such a response from her mother. I nodded. Why? Well that’s a loaded question…

I cry because I am a patriot. I love my country. And reading the news lately I’m getting to the point where I don’t recognize her anymore. This country was founded on liberty—freedom. Our Declaration of Independence states, “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.” These freedoms were never intended to create a nation with no absolutes and no morality. Truth is not relative. Truth is an absolute. Unfortunately the minute prayer was taken out of schools and it became legal to murder our own children for the sake of convenience the fabric of our nation began to unravel.

I cry because the First Amendment states that “Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof.” But I can’t speak the truth of the Word of God without being a hate-monger. I cry because the God that gave His only Son to die as a ransom for men is reviled and mocked. He is reviled and mocked by a country that once dwelled in the shadow of His wings.

The last lines of our national anthem read, “O say does that star spangled banner yet wave? O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.” I cry because I don’t know how much longer we will be required to sacrifice our freedoms on the altar of political correctness. How long long will our flag fly over a land that is still free? That’s why I cry.

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