We
Americans
pride
ourselves as
being a
“democratic
country”, the
foundation
on which
dreams exist.
But fragmented
dreams which
for most
people, took
centuries to
lay the first
cornerstones—the
mortar of
which was a
mixture of
blood, sweat,
and tears.
America
first toyed
with it when
wealthy
landowners
were allowed
the priviledge
of determining
their
govermental
affairs, but
to the
exclusion of
both slaves
and
women.
It took civil
war and
sufferage to
slowly change
those things.
Man
may strive to
demand the
priviledges
afforded
others and
hate the
limits placed
on whom or
what we are
because of our
race, gender,
or partricular
heritage.
But true
democracy can
only function
in an
individual who
is made free
because of his
or her choice
to BE
free.
Until that
happens, we
are all slaves
to self, even
when living in
million dollar
mansions and
eating prime
rib on finest
china, using
gold-plated
knives and
forks.
Freedom
is never free
for anyone
without it
costing
someone.
Many
a celebrity
has emerged
from poverty
to become the
idol of
millions, yet
die at an
early age from
drug
addiction.
Some rose to
the
dictatorship
of millions,
yet felt their
limbs torn
apart by the
very mobs they
subjugated.
Others were
adored and
emulated while
their youthful
glamor lasted,
but took their
own lives with
a bullet when
discarded as
old and
dehibilated.
Why?
When
we forget
somebody’s
blood, sweat,
and tears that
made our
freedom
possible,
history will
repeat itself.
There
are disturbing
signs that
America has
its finger on
a
self-infilted
demise.
Denial is a
mask we use to
cover it, but
it is there,
increasing
with every
passing
hour.
The election
of a new
president, the
grabbing of a
new idea, a
flourishing
economy, a
mighty army
and a
government
handout for
all will not
stop the
bullet already
in the
chamber.
Today,
drug
addiction,
same-sex
marriage,
incest, murder
and abortions
dominate our
news.
Tatooed and
abused
children grow
up in ghettos
with gangs of
rapists and
thieves and
some are even
forced to grow
up with gay
parents.
Millions live
in poverty,
existing on
food stamps
and welfare.
The homeless
line our
streets.
When
our children
don’t know
about the
Bataan death
march, the
sands of Iwo
Jima, the
death of
Martin Luther
King, or
suffrage
leader Lucy
Burns being
imprisoned in
1917 after she
and others
were arrested
for picketing
the White
House in
support of a
federal
amendment
granting women
the right to
vote, and when
our children
only aquaint
Jesus’ birth
as a day for
gifts under a
tree, or His
resurrection
only as a day
for easter egg
hunts, simply
because their
parents no
longer choose
to read them
the Bible,
pray, or take
them to
church,
history is not
only
forgotten---
but the Dark
Ages are
rapidly being
re-written
again.
The
gift of
eternal life
cost the Son
of God. Yet
for one to
receive that
gift, one must
also die---to
self.
And love of
self is a
possession
more ingrained
and demanding
in mankind
than fleshly
lust and even
hunger itself.
“He
whom the Son
sets free is
free indeed.”
(John 8:36)
Until
America’s
“democracy” is
washed of its
filth in the
precious
blood, sweat
and tears of
Jesus Christ,
it will soon
taste the loss
of what little
of America’s
freedom
remains.
I
can only pray
he’s wrong,
for it will
surely affect
us all.
MARY
E. ADAMS