Tomorrow is the 4th of July, America’s birthday (or at least its birthday party). Its celebration of Independence.
As a nation, America has had a lot to smile about. We’ve won wars, saved the world, contributed amazing scientific breakthroughs, fostered economic success, birthed geniuses and encouraged freedom.
We haven’t had a spotless past, of course. There are some things – slavery and electing Barack Obama come to mind immediately – we’ve done that should make us hang our heads in shame.
But the past doesn’t have to dictate our future, only define it to some degree or another.
I say it doesn’t have to dictate us because it’s true. Though it’s also true that, as evidenced by the last several years, we can also choose to wallow in our mistakes like pigs in muck.
Sadly, that seems to be America’s preference these days in too many regards. We’ve chosen to celebrate our negative side over the positive as of late. We’ve focused on wrongs instead of rights, bickering instead of working together, and focusing on what we don’t have instead of what we could achieve.
We’re demanding that God bless us instead of us blessing Him. And as a result, we’re destroying ourselves from the mountains to the prairies to the oceans white with foam.
As America turns another year older, I think it’s high time we shut out the fireworks and barbeques for just a minute and think about the real meaning of this holiday: the men and women who sacrificed so much so that we could be free…
Free to live and thrive and exist, or free to fail miserably.
That’s a heck of an opportunity to squander, America.