I’m a Brit, so I suspect that I may well get flak from USAns telling me that this is none of my business; however, I believe that Russell has hit the nail squarely on the head here (well, all except his penultimate sentence, on shooting off fireworks, as – call me a killjoy if you wish – I’m on a crusade against litter; and those things are just expensive examples of the stuff).
Happy ‘Forth’ of July, USAns!
Tomorrow is theFourth of July.
Celebrating this holiday has rarely ever been a question for me. I mean, who wouldn’t jump at the chance for a day off, a backyard BBQ, a frosty cold adult beverage, all topped off by watching a display of loud, colorful fireworks.
But something is different this year.
Something seems psychically, spiritually, and certainly politically out of whack here on July 3, 2022.
My blogger idol Mitch Teemley (find his thoughtful workhere) has jarred my consciousness about what it means for anyone… but ESPECIALLY a follower of Christ… to engage in this national festivity.
We have all witnessed the way this date can easily become a jingoistic bacchanalia of flag-waving excess, raising this nation onto the altar in place of the One God, in the meantime willfully turning a blind eye to the violent and blood-stained chapters of our national story.
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