My American Flag waves outside my front door today. It reminds me of what is best about us. It's far too easy to remind us about the worst.
There are moments when my "lover's quarrel" with my government must stand down. Today is one such day.
And while I know there will be efforts to make political hay today by those whose agendas are less than noble, I will not abide.
Today is about something more.
On this day of solemn remembrance, as we recall extraordinary heroism and courage, let us not become what any ememy seeks to make us. Rather, let us be more than the instinctive response that revenge seeks to continually prod.I don't need video replay of the day. My inner clock knows what today is, and that sick feeling in my stomach has returned. It is the reminder of injury to the soul of the place I call home. But what am I to do with that?
Could it be that the "path to victory," whatever that means, truly only lies in prayers to be offered for those who would do us harm? Is that not what Jesus is saying?I'm not sure I like it, but those of us who claim Jesus as Lord can't ignore it either.
Or, maybe that's the problem, we continue to ignore it for the sake of holding on to our rage.
One last thought. I can't think of today without thinking now of those whose honor and duty have them serving and dying on a land far away and I keep looking at that picture of the World Trade Center burning and wondering to myself if our sons and daughters' sacrifice today has anything to do with that picture.And I know the answer.
I think we all do, now, and probably always did.
And somehow, we can't get out of the mess without making it worse.
Is that the definition of tragedy?