“A soldier of the Revolutionary War.”
“United States Navy, World War II.”
“A soldier of the Korean War.”
It was 7:00 a.m. on June 30, and my two oldest kids and I were placing flags on veterans’ graves before our church’s annual “faith and freedom” service. As we passed by the graves, I tried to give short history lessons.
“Members of the ‘Continental Line’ weren’t militia. They were some of the first units of the regular army, and they stood toe to toe with the British army.”
“The Korean War was one of the most brutal in our nation’s history, and if you go now to Korea you can see with your own eyes what we won. You can see with your own eyes the difference between freedom and tyranny.”
“Francis Scott Key wrote our national anthem during the War of 1812. Are you familiar with all the verses? When you see the whole song you see the faith that was common to our founding generation.”
It’s become fashionable in recent years to deny that America is an exceptional nation and to embrace the mindless relativism of postmodernism. Yet our history tells a different story, and while we are far from perfect (what collection of people ever is?), one has to be intentionally obtuse to miss the dramatic ways God has blessed this nation and has used this nation to bless countless others.