I used to think that patriotism meant flag-waving, tears-streaming while singing The National Anthem, undying devotion to our country. And it is all those things.
But there’s an element of sadness that makes patriotism a love/hate relationship.
- I love that I can say what I believe, even criticize someone in power, and not be jailed for it.
- But I hate that politicians don’t run for office on their own merits–they always dig up dirt about their opponents–even lies–to win the race.
- I love that our government helps the poor, sick, and needy.
- But I hate that some who aren’t any of the above take advantage of government help, making
the truly needy suspect.
- I love that our nation was founded on Biblical principles, and we see Scriptures on many buildings and monuments in Washington, D.C. attesting to the fact that God was a major player in the forming of this land.
- But I hate that we kicked God out of the schools and have watered down our text books to remove any mention of His hand in our success as a country.
- I love that men and women are still willing to go to war and die to keep us and weaker nations free from oppression and tyranny.
- But I hate that we don’t pay them well or give them the medical care and respect they deserve.
You can disagree with my views. You may call me a radical, narrow-minded, and a religious fanatic. That’s your right and a given freedom of living in the U.S. A.
And that right is at the top of my list of loves: we are free. God, help us to remain so.