@edstetzer Wow, that random "G" was a pocket comment. Was getting ready for VBS, took my phone out of my pocket, saw X was somehow open and I was about to leave a comment- didn't realize I already had!!! Embarrassing. Anyway, praying for your recovery and your peace through the time of it.
You've probably heard this before, but it's always worth repeating. Something extremely cool about the "Star-spangled Banner," the American national anthem, is that it asks a question, and it's the question at the heart of everything in the American worldview.
"Oh, say, can you see
By the dawn's early light
What so proudly we hailed
At the twilight's last gleaming..."
So the anthem begins with a question and a scene. One man, a patriot, is asking another man, another patriot, "can you see it?" at sunrise after a long, dangerous night.
The "it" in question is going to be revealed to be the flag, our "star-spangled banner," which they had last fully recognized and honored as the sun set, daylight failed, and night crept over them the evening before.
Can you see it? Say! Can you see it?!
IS IT STILL THERE?!
"Whose broad stripes and bright stars
Through the perilous fight
O'er the ramparts we watched
Were so gallantly streaming..."
Here we find that the "it" is in fact the flag, our star-spangled banner, and we learn why the question is being asked.
The flag is described as having flown and streamed gallantly over ramparts of war through a perilous fight. All could have been lost. The flag, and even the fledgling country for which it stands, one nation under God and indivisible.
Say! Can you see it? Now that the light is back?
IS IT STILL THERE?!
"--And the rockets' red glare,
The bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night
That our flag was still there!--"
They could see it through the battle in the light of the rockets and bombs that threatened them, here and there in quick glimpses. But it was still there throughout! But now? At dawn?
Say! Can you see?
IS IT STILL THERE?!
"Oh, say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free
And the home of the brave?"
The urgency is palpable with every refrain. They have to know. It's the first thing they must know as the sun begins to light the sky, even before it rises.
IS IT STILL THERE?!
Say! Say!! Can you see? Can you see it?!
At the heart of every American beats the fundamental truth and reality that what we have here is precious, that it's worth fighting for, to the death if necessary, and that it's fragile. That at any moment it can be lost. That we have to remember to look for it because last night might have been the night in which it failed.
Every day, every year, every generation.
The American fight for freedom, to live in self-governance within ordered liberty, is ongoing and never-ending. The price of the land of the free is that it must be the home of the brave. We have to defend it, defend it, and defend it again, against all enemies foreign and domestic, because what we have is amazing, rare, fragile, and worth every cent of treasure, every drop of blood, and every risk to our sacred honor to protect it.
Our anthem is not a declaration. It is not a proclamation. It is not a statement.
It is a question.
Every time we sing our wholly unique national anthem, we as American ask the question again. IS IT STILL THERE?! Are we still America? Does that star-spangled banner yet wave?
Because it's a question, the answer is not known. It is not a guarantee. It cannot be taken for granted and isn't. And what an honor to ask and take up our part in the story, in the American Experiment, in the greatest country the world has ever known.
For tonight, the last night of our first 250 years, as the sun gave way to twilight's last gleaming and darkness overtook our land once again, the answer was still yes. We can see it even tonight in the red glare of rockets, with small bombs bursting in air, fill the sky with the noble tribute of fireworks once again.
And we all ask ourselves, will it still be flying at dawn?
This is what it means to be an American.
Happy 250th, America! Now for many happy returns!
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To the Americans:
I've travelled all over the world. I've familiarized myself with many places, and met many people. And I'm a Canadian, although I’m privileged to reside once again in the States.
And here's something I've noticed, and it’s a key element of America's continuing greatness:
You bloody Americans value success, and you believe in its existence.
This is something that doesn't really happen anywhere else in the world. Even in other free democracies—the United Kingdom; Finland, Sweden, and Norway; Australia, New Zealand and Canada; Germany, France, and the Netherlands (great countries all)—a counterproductive cynicism too often reigns.
Success is equated with exploitation.
Ambition is looked upon with contempt.
This happens sometimes in the United States too—particularly among the miserable progressives, who confuse their resentment, ingratitude and unearned skepticism with wisdom.
But in your great country, by and large, striving is admired and success celebrated.
This means that more people strive and succeed in the US than anywhere else. And it's increasingly obvious. You remain stunningly more innovative and productive than any people anywhere else on the planet.
And so I say, as all should who are fortunate enough to live in the western world, let alone America:
Thank God for the United States.
Thank God for the wisdom of its founders.
Thank God for its faith in the free market and in the natural rights of man.
Happy birthday, you damn Yankees and Southerners.
Long may your admirable country dominate the world.
Long may your freedom and hope provide an example to those suffering everywhere at the hands of their malevolent states.
May your two and a half centuries of unparallelled success be just the beginning.
Your country is the light of the world, and the city on the hill.
Thank God for the USA.
Happy 250th.
Dr. Jordan B. Peterson
Happy 250th Birthday to a nation like no other.
America is exceptional because it is the exception — a place where a particular set of ideas, a particular set of values, and a particular set of customs, formulated by a particular set of men in a particular place at a particular time created a covenant nation.
That the covenant has extended to men with different beliefs and histories — first to Catholics and to Jews, Irish and German and Italian, freed slaves and others, so long as they would embrace the ideas and values and customs and swear fealty to the same in the form of our Constitution — has not been a weakness but a strength, as has been borne out by the incredible rise of the new nation to heights previously unknown in human history.
The American Experiment, the “experiment entrusted to the hands of the American people,” as George Washington called it, is always just that. It’s never fully proven. It is a promise made by the republic to us and by us to the republic and to each other.
It is a republic, if we can keep it. A republic conceived in liberty and dedicated to the proposition 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.
The promise is ours to keep or to discard at our great peril.
The promise has been abused, both by the state and by ourselves and our neighbors.
It has been strained and tested.
It is being strained and tested now.
The ideas and values and customs are often attacked or co-opted by novel philosophies, or overwhelmed by uncontrolled and unassimilated migration, or hollowed out by our lack of faithfulness to them and to the Creator who is their author.
The covenant isn’t fragile. It has endured in the face of many faithless acts over two and a half centuries.
But nor is it, like the New Covenant of our Salvation, secured by the blood of Christ.
No. It is secured only by our own blood — and some incalculable measure of God’s grace.
It is ours only so long as we fight for it —against all enemies foreign and domestic — even the chief domestic enemy, our own faithlessness and fear and anger and despair.
Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes. The American experiment should not be abandoned simply because it is showing wear. So beautiful, if a bit bruised, a reed we should not break.
To do so would be to forsake the blood of our fathers, and to flaunt the greatest blessing of God to man in almost half a millennium.
Today, let us renew the covenant. Let us carry on the great experiment, and let us embrace the exception so that it may remain exceptional.
Let us live out the great creed handed to us by those particular men and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity.
God bless America and help us to keep her.
On this 250th anniversary of the independence of the United States of America, let us
Love life more than our enemies love death!
Love freedom more than our enemies love submission!
And love liberty more than our enemies love power and control!
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Dear friends, the verdict has been handed down.
I have been found guilty, but thanks to you and your support, I have avoided a prison sentence, and I can’t thank you enough for that.
I’ll tell you what I think about it and what I plan to do.
I’m learning that getting older means graduating from main character to supporting cast. From child, student, suitor to parent, teacher, spouse. You grow ever more deeply invested in other people’s successes, if you’re doing it right, and realizing what a privilege that is. You come to see and feel that the richer and deeper your own life becomes, the less you want to be the center of attention, the more you understand that the money spot of the human soul is in the cheering section, where the self is lost in love. I think this carries on forever, by the way.