An American Solstice Dream

In the northern hemisphere, we stand on the brink of the darkest day of the year and the arrival of Winter.  But it is always darkest before the dawn so on this day also comes a promise that tomorrow the light will begin its annual return.  No coincidence the world now celebrates for the return of the light is return of the hope of life.  Whether recognized as the Sun or the Son, it is with contrite hope we bow our heads in prayers of mercy for release from the darkness.  And in these darkest hours, we dream.

I have a dream that one day, a day in the not-so-distant future, the American people will awaken from their chicken-in-every-pot stupor and realize that the freedoms for which this country’s Founders were willing to die, the freedoms for which millions of Patriots have died both here and abroad, have been taken from their sleeping hands by the wolves in sheep’s clothing they elected to represent them in Washington.

And in the cold, silent dawn of that dank morning, they will remember that freedom is a right given to us by our God.  And they will reach down deep into the unique fiber of what it means to be an American and, like the very best of masters, send their greedy servants back to the bowels of Hell from whence they came. That they will bring back a government of the people, by the people, and for the people; for all the people, not just a few who seek only personal advantage. That they will cause with one stroke of a mighty pen the rolling back of every piece of misnamed “progressive” legislation of the last 100 years that has made a mockery of the law of this land, thereby returning America back to Her beautiful, Constitutional origins that allow for life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness by each and every individual.

I dream of a grown-up America.  Not the gawky adolescent who has pranced in front of the world mirror, flashing Her sacredness like some lame, hip-hop “can’t touch this” know-it-all but instead a manifestation of the joy that comes from living in real freedom, spreading the wealth of Her inherent kindness with the maturity that comes only when what is best loved has almost been lost.  An America that encourages self-responsibility and thereby encourages initiative, risk and innovation.  An America that accepts failure is inherent to life itself yet where those who fail through honest efforts are supported and failures from attempts for selfish gain are seen for what they are and effectively sent packing.

America, America…God indeed shed His grace on thee.  Yet just like any spoiled child you have become complacent and in that complacency you have become selfish and self-serving.  Confusing wants with needs you have sold your soul to the highest bidder; you have handed over your hard-earned money to buy the snake oil of every P.T. Barnum who would promise to dazzle you and astound you with the trick of giving you something for nothing. 

But freedom has never been free.  Dazzled until your eyes crossed, you allowed them to lull you to sleep, forgetting that your freedom is dependent upon your own vigilence, forgetting that it is your God-given right to create your own future; a future dependent solely upon your own honest efforts.  Forgetting that when you sleep, the only real evil in this world – those who are ruled solely by their ego – will not hesitate to steal the fruits of your labor.

 Today is the darkest day of the year.  It is a day when God’s most beloved archangel Lucifer boldly, brazenly walks this blessed land from sea to shining sea.

And so I dream of the Light.  And I pray that it illuminates the minds and hearts of those who would call themselves American and gives them the courage to uphold the portentous truths of Her Constitution.