Thursday, July 15, 2010
"I know this now. Every man gives his life for what he believes. Every woman gives her life for what she believes. Sometimes people believe in little or nothing yet they give their lives to that little or nothing. One life is all we have and we live it as we believe in living it. And then it is gone. But to sacrifice what you are and live without belief, that's more terrible than dying." - Joan of Arc
Thursday, July 8, 2010
"How do I happen to believe in God? I will give one more answer which can be stated briefly. Writing novels, I got into the habit of looking for plots. After awhile, I began to suspect that my own life had a plot. And after awhile more, I began to suspect that life itself has a plot." - Frederick Buechner
Monday, July 5, 2010
But the best moment for me was earlier, at the beginning of our festivities. Before anything else had happened, I saw something truly remarkable. To start things off, our local chapter of the Daughters of the American Revolution sponsored something I had never witnessed before. First, a young boy in colonial dress came along carrying a large Betsy Ross, thirteen star flag and shouting "Hear ye! Hear ye! Hear ye!" The restless crowd quieted. A tall man came to the stage dressed as if he had just come from the Continental Congress in Philadelphia. He unrolled a wide sheet of pretend parchment and with a strong voice began to read:
"In Congress, July 4, 1776, the unanimous Declaration of the thirteen united States of America. When in the course of human events it becomes necessary for one people . . ."
I was standing behind our patriot reader and I could look over his shoulder and see the faces of hundreds of people in the crowd. Every eye upon him, he read those stirring words:
"We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights, that among these are Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of Happiness."
All kinds of people, some poor and others well-to-do, the well-educated and the uneducated, all riveted to the speaker and his timeless words. It's a fair guess that most of the folks, like myself, had never heard anyone just stand up and read the Declaration of Independence and they seemed to hang on every word. On and on he read, reciting the litany of grievances against King George and Parliament. Still, the hushed crowd listened like children in a one room schoolhouse, or perhaps like the first crowd of ordinary folks who heard those words read 234 years ago. And when he came to the words, "solemnly publish and declare, that these united Colonies are, and of Right ought to be Free and Independent States," I sensed that some in the crowd wanted to cheer and a few even wiped away a tear. The concluding words are the most sobering of all and still bring a lump to my throat:
"And for the support of this Declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of Divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes, and our sacred Honor."
I won't forget that moment or the many faces I saw last night. Maybe every July 4th, we should all sit down and listen and remember who we are and why we are here.