“See that you are not suddenly saddened by the adversities of this world, for you do not know the good they bring, being ordained in the judgments of God for the everlasting joy of the elect.”
— St. John of the Cross
Before Paradox strategy games, and before tiktok short form video brainrot, some young people used to spend their free-time unproductively in a REAL way
Today is “Sea Sunday.” My thoughts go out to all sailors, fishermen and port workers around the world who, though marked by separation from their loved ones and sometimes by fear of the conflicts occur on the seas, sustain trade and the lives of many peoples through their patient and quiet labor.
America could experience total economic collapse. It could lose its empire. It could be overrun by its enemies. It could be destroyed by famine or broken beyond all recognition. And my love for this land would still be eternal. It is my country no matter what.
250 Years. 250 Years of striving, triumph, failure, mistakes, accomplishments, setbacks, innovations, and the greatest testament of freedom the world has ever known.
Though she has her flaws and her share of shortcomings, I still love and believe in that ragged old flag. Through it all, she presses on, and so shall we.
There is much to be done, and the country that our forefathers handed down to their posterity is in a state of disarray on its 250th birthday, but there is hope. There is always hope, because we are Americans, and the American spirit and will is a force unlike anything the world has ever seen.
With the one true Lord God as our guide and protector, we will prevail, if we stay the course. We will take our country back, and we will make her anew. This I believe.
I believe in my people and I believe in this land. I do not believe in ideas or economic zones, I believe in blood, and I believe in soil. I believe in our blood, and the dirt in which we dig our heels in and say “Enough. The decline stops with us.”
This is not only our right, it is our duty. It’s a duty we owe to our ancestors and all those who sacrificed their lives and sacred fortunes to give us the freedom we now enjoy.
Yes, upon turning 250, our beloved has seen better days, but that does not mean this has to remain the case. Decline is a choice, and we don’t have to take it anymore. We won’t take it anymore.
The revival of this nation however does not start in the White House, but in your house. Teach your children of the Lord’s faithfulness to our people. Teach them of the great battles we’ve won, shortcomings we’ve had, and all teach them to love their Lord, their land, and their people.
On this 250th Anniversary of our country, our mission should be to ensure that the 350th Anniversary is a more perfect union than the one we have today. It won’t be perfect, it will never be perfect on this side of heaven. But we can make strides, and we can give to ourselves and our posterity the blessings of liberty, if we’re willing to do the work.
Through it all, I am proud to be an American, and I’m hopeful about the future. The Lord is not done with us yet, and I fully believe that Heritage Americans will win.
Keep your eyes forward, fixed on Christ, and let’s take our country back.
The lady who presented these colors was the second wife of Col Barnard Elliott and is a Patriot in her own right, the following tale happened after the fall of Charleston in 1780.
The maiden name of Mrs. Barnard Elliott was Susannah Smith. She was a native of South Carolina, and the daughter of Benjamin Smith, for many years Speaker of the Assembly of the province. Left young an orphan and an heiress, she was brought up by her aunt, Mrs. Rebecca Motte, (yes that Rebecca Motte) with whom she lived till her marriage. Mrs. Daniel Hall used to say she was “one of the most busy among the Revolutionary women, and always active among the soldiers.” It is known that her husband raised and maintained a regiment at his own expense. Among the papers in the possession of the family is a letter from General Greene to Mrs. Elliott, expressive of high respect and regard, offering her a safe escort through the camp, and to any part of the country to which she might desire to travel.
While at her plantation called “The Hut,” she had three American gentlemen as guests in the house. Surprised one day by the sudden approach of the British, she hurried them into a closet, and opening a secret door, disclosed a large opening back of the chimney, known only to herself, and contrived for a hiding place. Two entered; but the third determined to trust to the fleetness of his horse, and his knowledge of the woods. In leaping a fence he was overtaken, and cut down within sight of the house.
This was searched thoroughly for the others; but no threats could induce Mrs. Elliott to reveal their place of retreat. The officers then demanded her silver; and pointing to some mounds of earth not far off, asked if the plate was buried there. Mrs. Elliott replied that those mounds were the graves of British soldiers who had died at her house. Not believing her, they ordered two of the soldiers to dig and see. The coffin in one of the graves was soon disinterred; and on opening it the truth was at once made manifest. After the men had taken their departure, Mrs. Elliott released her two guests. The silver had been put in a trunk and buried in the marsh by a faithful servant, who after the close of the war came to Mrs. Elliott’s son, requested assistance to dig for it, and brought it out safe, though perfectly blackened.
Susannah Smith Elliott died in 1808 and she is one of South Carolina’s female hero’s of the American Revolution.
At Turtle Gut Inlet, New Jersey, Continental and Royal Navy ships battle.
The Americans win a narrow victory, with the loss of 24 British sailors.
Only one American is killed, 29-year-old Richard Wickes, the first man from New Jersey to die in battle in the war.