Happy Fourth of July!
For some reason, the enormity of this anniversary has not struck me. 250 years and counting. I shall be an old man if I make it to 300; nonetheless, ours is a very young country, with all the promises of hope and despair raging in tempestuous discord. Are we to rise? Are we to fall? The good Lord knows! Christ have mercy.
Such questions are beyond me. I don’t even know how best to honor the day. Oh well. Tradition shall guide me: BBQ, fireworks, family—and prayer.
Thank You for my country, Lord.
I know not what we’re heading toward.
Yet whatever waters we must ford,
through trial, blessing, or punishment,
forever U.S. Your love afford.
Tale Told 