Thursday, July 2, 2015
Today, we Americans celebrate a nation
that no longer exists
except in our rear view mirrors.
by Carolyn Hamlett
Repost from July 4th of last year
Today, as I think back on all the July 4th's I have seen through the years, I cannot help but be thankful that I have lived during some of the best days this country has ever seen....and sadly, probably the best this country will ever see again.
I have watched the decline of this country since prayer was taken out of the school system, since the assassination of JFK, since George H.W. Bush's NWO speech, and especially since 911: the globalist's planned and executed pretext to rob us of our freedoms and ride us to war after war.
Today, we Americans celebrate a nation that no longer exists except in our rear view mirrors. We are no longer a nation under God or the land of the free and the home of the brave. We are a nation under the globalist's heel and are rapidly taking on the likeness of their God, Lucifer.
I mourn for you, America, like I mourn for the death of a very dear friend. I am so very thankful that God allowed me to be born when I did, so I could know the best of you.
"If you could go back to any time period in your life, what time would you choose?"
I always say around 1960 because those days were a good time in middle class America.
Hopes and dreams were attainable. Family was a unit that shared the same hopes and dreams with never a thought that they would cease to be a unit for life.
Boys were raised to be men feeling proud to be taking the role as protector and provider.
Little girls dreamed of the day they would have a family themselves where they could be the one to come along side their husband as an equal partner working together as journey mates through life.
It was a time when girls were shy and showing less skin was more sexy than nudity.
Sweet 16 and never been kissed was not so odd. Being homosexual was odd, hence the term "queer".
It was a time when God was honored in school and in this country whether you were Jewish or Christian or of any other faith.
Family values and treating one another fairly was the practiced 'religion'.
Yes, those were the good ol' days.
As I think back to my days as early as 1959 when my first grade class was being taught "The Pledge of Allegiance" line by line, repeating after our teacher, I smile within myself. I remember looking at the far wall of the class room where to the left was a picture of Abraham Lincoln and a few feet from that was a picture of George Washington. For some reason I felt secure with their strong representation overlooking our class everyday all day long.
I know this may sound like deep thoughts for such a little girl, but nevertheless, I had those thoughts and more.
To me the pictures of the men on the wall represented honesty, integrity, and strength of courage to do what is right, and strength and fearlessness to follow it through. I felt that we were in good hands. We were being taught in the classroom those values.
We were being taught that we lived in such a nation that was still one nation under God. I had no reason to feel any other way. We felt safe in the wholesomeness of God being honored in our class and the world around us. Our families also bore the model of a safe place under a protective man.
As the teacher repeated each line of the Pledge, I thought about each word as it came out of my mouth. I knew that for myself, I was not pledging my allegiance to any flag, but to God and to all that He stood for.
That flag represented to me what made a great nation and what could keep a nation great. Not great as in the sense of instilling fear in other nations, but great in the strong representation of a nation of people who demonstrated the characteristics of God..the same characteristics of a good father who provides and protects and who is loving, who always takes the stand for righteousness and boldly says no to evil.
When I said the "Pledge" and I got to the words, "one nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all", I was talking to God, like the Lord's prayer of "let your Kingdom come, your will be done on earth as it is in heaven". In fact I could not separate the thought of God from the Pledge because God was honored daily in my classroom as was God honored in the "Pledge".
Through the many days of many years of saying "The Pledge", I wonder if there was a single time that I was not thinking the same thoughts as I have written here. I was proud of my country, not because it was powerful, but because I loved God and I was thankful to be in a land that seemed to honor him.
Our everyday in class of that first grade year began with honoring God by prayer, by thanking God for our country as we said the "Pledge" followed by the singing of the first and last verses of "America" which speaks of God and our country. I still get 'goose bumps' when I sing these lines:
My country, 'tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing;
Land where my fathers died,
Land of the pilgrims' pride,
From ev'ry mountainside
Let freedom ring!
Our fathers' God to Thee,
Author of liberty,
To Thee we sing.
Long may our land be bright,
With freedom's holy light,
Protect us by Thy might,
Great God our King.
The other children may have not been thinking of the words, but I don't think there was a single time that I was not moved in spirit toward God in thankfulness as I sang that song. I thought about every word.
I miss you, America. Maybe you are somewhere in God's Heaven.
If we should meet again, I shall run barefooted in your sweet rain washed streets to the park where I shall roll in your freshly mown grass to the pond where I shall feed the ducks and geese, where I shall watch the sun set one more time...over your purple mountains majesty.
May God shed His Grace on thee.
"America - Remembering God's Country" is a repost of Henry Makow's abridged and perfect blend of my 2 articles: