Independence Day, 2022

From the Declaration of Independence, July 4, 1776:

“We hold these truths to be self-evident, 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.–That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, –That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness.”

Father, I am as torn as this pitiful American flag. I so love the United States of America. I was born and raised here, having lived all across this land, from California to Washington, D.C., from Virginia to Oregon, from Texas to Colorado. I am reminded of the tattered nation I seem to be living in. My country feels like it is being ripped apart by the strife, division, hatred across such a wide spectrum of issues and concerns…guns, abortion, politics, religion, hypocrisy, the color of one’s skin, environmental un-protection, immigration, so much more. I wish certain people with power would STOP lying to us (supposedly, role models, caring for the people they serve or once served). We are a nation of all colors, many religions, various cultures. We need to be able to trust one another, trust in our government at all three levels, yet that trust is waning right now. I pray for some unity, cohesion, communication, togetherness, so that this nation may begin to heal. The United States of America has been the land of freedom, liberty, and justice for ALL. It has also been the land of hope for a future for so many over these two centuries plus forty-six years of its existence. Please hold us fast, Father. I pray I draw near to You continually in these times. I love you, Lord. In the strong Name of Jesus, I pray. Amen.

Be gracious to me, O LORD, for I am languishing;
heal me, O LORD, for my bones are troubled.
Psalm 6:2

Glory, Glory, Hallelujah!

The Battle Hymn of the Republic
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord:
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword:
His truth is marching on.
(Chorus)
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps,
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps:
His day is marching on.
(Chorus)
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His day is marching on.
I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel:
“As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal;
Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel,
Since God is marching on.”
(Chorus)
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Since God is marching on.
He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;
He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment-seat:
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet!
Our God is marching on.
(Chorus)
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Our God is marching on.
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me:
As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,
While God is marching on.
(Chorus)
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
While God is marching on.
He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave,
He is Wisdom to the mighty, He is Succour to the brave,
So the world shall be His footstool, and the soul of Time His slave,
Our God is marching on.
(Chorus)
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Our God is marching on.

Lord Almighty, I am grateful for this country in which I live.  I am especially thankful for the men and women who have fought and are fighting this very day for the freedoms we have.  I thank those who fought, not by picking up arms, but by supplying the needs for those who did pick up arms, for those who pray for them, for those who wait at home for their loved ones to return, to those who raise the next generation, often alone for months or years at a time.  I thank You, Father, for holding each one of Your children who lost their life in battle to make us free.  I thank You for healing, caressing, and caring for those who have been injured in battle.  Father, no matter what this country looks like on the outside today, July 4th, 2011, You know the hearts of Yours.  You know where we are headed and we don’t.  I am grateful that You are in control and have the world in Your hands.  I thank You for giving me the freedom to read Your Word, to pray to You and in Your Son’s Holy Name.  I am so grateful.  Ever so grateful.
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, 
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me:
As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,
While God is marching on.

“E Pluribus Unum” … “out of many, one”.  The United States of America is a nation of many peoples from all over the world.  The United States of America is that melting pot.  At times over the last 235 years, our country has stood together as “One Nation, Under God”.  Could it be again, dear Lord?  Could we stand together as a people?  One people?  Your people?  We are in Your hands, Heavenly Father.  If it be Your will, Lord.  Amen and Amen. 

 

Civil War song by Julia Ward Howe 1861 (or 1862)
Music by several and true authority is questionable.