- Politics and Social Issues
Rest in Peace America
As a believer in Christ and an avid reader of Revelations, I knew deep in my heart that this day would draw near. At just thirty two years old with one young daughter to raise and a family to lead in faith, my self confidence is dissipating. A new dual life is emerging within my soul, tearing my will in two ideologically different directions. A spiritual promise beckons to be fulfilled while a pride for the homeland is gasping for oxygen. My eyes are swelling with tears; here I am holding the limp hand of my country as we prepare to turn off the respirator. When the machine stops, will America live on?
Can you fathom a dead America? How would the greatest writer eulogize a land that has sustained every known walk of life? Is it possible to pen such an awe inspired legacy? Could one individual shoulder a task so great, so monumental, or would it take the synchronizing of tens of thousands of keyboards, fountain pens and Blackberries? For just one day, could we channel the world’s most prolific poets of past and present? Where do you suppose the epicenter of such a grand funeral be held? Certainly not at Pennsylvania Ave, nor Monticello, Peacefield wouldn’t do. Martha’s Vineyard has become too synonymous with the contemporary disease killing it. How about Independence Hall? Yes, the very hallowed ground where the birth place of our great nation opened its eyes for the first time. We could pay proper respect to where God almighty shaped the parchment penned by divinity. A place in which a new document created such foreword thinking structure, the very signing of it declared treason against King George III. Here at this place, the construction of a life took root that would forever change the face of this planet. No country from that time forward could form international policies without asking themselves “what about the Americans?”
My America the beautiful, such a bright star you were. You used to be a flame in the darkest of nights, one which illuminated the path for the forlorn and oppressed. Nations stood over you and watched you grow. No life crawls without scraping its knees. No idea can run without tumbling. Sure America had gut wrenching internal strife; progress stifling lessons had to be experienced first hand. Untold lives have been sacrificed for us to nurture future generations. You endured tyrants, caught colds, and shed layers of skin, oh how you have aged. Unfortunately, Murphy’s Law is a cruel master. God will inevitably have the last say. My America, when you should be enjoying the prime of your life, winning every contest, showing the world how everything is done, instead a cancer has spread across your body. For a long time you responded will to treatments. You had access to top drawer medical doctors; free markets, individual rights, self reliance, responsible citizenry, lots of exercise and some good old fashioned sparring. Then without much notice, your doctor was replaced to practice the concept of change. This new doctor forced you off of your old routine and put you on unproven stimulus drugs. Next he told you to stop working so hard, take it easy and removed from you your foundations. When I came to look in on you, you were loaded up on pain killers. I weep when you walk in the hallways aimlessly, disoriented and hungering for your previous value. You do not respond well to old friends anymore. So many specialists are available to give you second opinions but your new insurance will not cover the “frivolous” expense. Your family is begging you to leave your doctor; instead you have become dependent and cry out for stronger doses of intervention. Your doctor is calling us a bad influence and instructs the nurses to report our negativity to the authorities!
I fear for my America, you are of an age where this doctor is not concerned with fixing your real ailments. Secretly he loathes the price incurred to keep you healthy. They have written you off with such arrogance. My mind reels at the ease of which they feel its time for us to move on. You have many more years you could give us, but the oversight committee is relentlessly pursuing self-interests. We the people can see where they spend their time. There is a new younger patient soaking up the support system. My goodness she is greedy. I met her for the first time the other day. I tried to speak with her and hold a conversation but she kept yelling at me in a belligerent, disrespectful and mean spirited tones. When I disagreed with how she was being raised she shouted me down and reverted to calling me gratuitously nasty names. I couldn’t believe how the orderlies fawned over her. I felt pity for the poor creature, she was connected to all of these devices and there were tubes funneling bizarre byproducts into her veins. She couldn’t feed nor cloth herself. She looked depressed and confused. She wished to go outside but the nurses told her it isn’t safe to go out there. Whenever the doctor came to look in on her, she referred to him as “Daddy.” I looked on in shock, the doctor didn’t correct her, he just beamed and patted her head, calmly whispering “there there my little sociopath.”
My mind and soul are at horrendous odds with my allegiances. I want to rush to the rescue of my nation, but God told us of a time when “bad will be called good, and good will be called bad.” We have been clearly taught that a house divided against itself cannot stand. Such brave people have shed blood on behalf of the ungrateful. This land is filling up with locusts that devour her resources. The pious planted seeds without returning to water. A great harlot has wooed the populace; from God’s principals does she turn the people away in droves. Like Peter she denies knowing who Christ is in the public sphere. These things have come to pass, now its time we sit in judgment. Christians, why should God save this country full of deceivers and persecutors? Open your eyes; America has strayed from its principle foundations. It is like the death of a child, my heart is broken, never again will I love in the same way. However this may be it is God who has built a house with many rooms for us. God has a better place for us when we are no longer useful here. His mercy will pour out over the seekers. It is time we get our own house in order so that we do not go down with the ship.
Here you are America, choking, frightened, unsure when the end is going to come. Will you see it, or will it take you away like a thief in the night? Millions are praying for you to pull through. Many whom have never been given a chance to see your glory, many more who will watch their own dreams die with you. We sit together, anxious of the near future. God told us this day would eventually come. There is only so much we can do to intervene. A new world order is rising as the sun sets on you. We will never forget what you have done, the precious memories we have created together will fill us for all of eternity. Rest in peace America– D.O.B. July 4th July 1776, Died “TBD”