FREEDOM TO WORSHIP GOD
The breaking waves dashed high
On a stern and rockbound coast,
And the woods against a stormy sky
Their giant branches tossed;
And the heavy night hung dark
The hills and waters o'er,
When a bank of exiles moored their bark
On the wild New England shore.
Not as the conqueror comes,
They, the true hearted came;
Not with the roll of the stirring drums,
And the trumpet that sings of fame;
Amidst the storm they sang,
And the stars heard, and the sea;
And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang
To the anthem of the free.
What sought they thus afar?
Bright jewels of the mine?
The wealth of seas, the spoils of war?--
They sought a faith's pure shrine!
Aye, call it holy ground,
The soil where first they trod;
They have left unstained what there they found--
Freedom to worship God.
~~ Author Unknown ~~
"It is impossible to rightly govern. . .
without God and the Bible."
"It cannot be emphasized too strongly or
too often that this great nation was founded. . .
on the gospel of Jesus Christ."
"Our Constitution was made only for a
moral and religious people. It is wholly
inadequate to the government of any other."
"The religion which has introduced
civil liberty, is the religion of
Christ and His apostles."
"The longer I live, the more convincing proofs
I see of this truth - that God governs in the
affairs of men. And if a sparrow cannot fall to
the ground without His notice, is it probable
that an empire can rise without His aid?"
"I know the Lord is always on the side
of right. But it is my constant anxiety
and prayer that I, and the nation, should
be on the Lord's side."
OUR FLAG SPEAKS
I was born on June 14, 1777. I am more
than just a cloth shaped into a design. I am
the refuge of the world's oppressed people.
I am the silent sentinel of freedom. I am
the inspiration for which American patriots
gave their lives and fortunes.
I have led your sons and daughters into
countless battles against tyranny and
oppression. I walk in silence with each of
your honored dead to their final resting
place beneath the silent, white crosses,
row upon row. I have flown through peace
and war, strife and prosperity, and amidst
it all I have been respected.
My red stripes symbolize the blood spilled
in defense of this glorious nation. My
white stripes signify the burning tears shed
by Americans who lost their sons. My blue
field is indicative of God's heaven under
which I fly. My stars clustered together
symbolize 50 separate state---separate but
united as one---for God and country.
"Old Glory" is my nickname, and proudly I
wave on high. Honor me, respect me, defend me
with your lives and your fortunes. Never let
my enemies tear me down from my lofty position.
Keep alight the fires of patriotism; strive
earnestly for the spirit of democracy.
Worship eternal God and keep his commandments,
and I shall remain the bulwark of peace
and freedom for all mankind.
~~ Thomas E. Wicks, Sr. ~~
A story is told about a soldier who
was finally coming home after having
fought in Vietnam. He called his parents
from San Francisco. "Mom and Dad, I'm
coming home, but I've a favor to ask.
I have a friend I'd like to bring home
with me." "Sure," they replied, "we'd
love to meet him." "There's something
you should know the son continued,
"he was hurt pretty badly in the fighting.
He stepped on a land mind and lost an arm
and a leg. He has nowhere else to go,
and I want him to come live with us."
"I'm sorry to hear that, son. Maybe we
can help him find somewhere to live."
"No, Mom and Dad, I want him to live
with us." "Son," said the father,
"you don't know what you're asking.
Someone with such a handicap would be
a terrible burden on us. We have
our own lives to live, and we can't let
something like this interfere with
our lives. I think you should just
come home and forget about this guy.
He'll find a way to live on his own."
At that point, the son hung up the
phone. The parents heard nothing more
from him. A few days later, however,
they received a call from the San Francisco
police. Their son had died after falling
from a building, they were told. The
police believed it was suicide. The
grief-stricken parents flew to San
Francisco and were taken to the city
morgue to identify the body of their son.
They recognized him, but to their
horror they also discovered something
they didn't know, their son had only
one arm and one leg.
The parents in this story are like
many of us. We find it easy to love
those who are good-looking or fun to
have around, but we don't like people
who inconvenience us or make us feel
uncomfortable. We would rather stay
away from people who aren't as healthy,
beautiful, or smart as we are.
Thankfully, there's someone who won't
treat us that way. Someone who loves
us with an unconditional love that
welcomes us into the forever family,
regardless of how messed up we are.
Tonight, before you tuck yourself in
for the night, say a little prayer
that God will give you the strength
you need to accept people as they
are, and to help us all be more
understanding of those who are
different from us!!!
There's a miracle called friendship
That dwells within the heart
You don't know how it happens or
when it gets its start
But you know the special lift
It always brings and you realize that
friendship is God's most precious gift!
Friends are a very rare jewel, indeed.
They make you smile and encourage
you to succeed
They lend an ear, they share a
word of praise, and they want to
open their hearts to us always.
~ Author Unknown ~