Glory of the flag
While driving to work one morning, I passed a rather odd sight -- someone raising the American flag at his home.
As I drove past, this picture played over and over in my mind. I thought about my years in the U. S. Air Force, serving as my father did. I thought about my duties with the honor guard, the innumerable times I raised the flag at reveille, or the emotionally wrought times I presented this banner to the next of kin as taps was sounded.
I know this flag. We've been through a lot together.
Then I thought about the state of our country today. Does anyone else remember what it means to stand for something right, just because it is right? Has this nation really fallen into an age of every man for himself? Have technological marvels and economic despair conditioned us in such a way that we have forgotten the means by which we have risen?
Even in a day of drive-by shootings, drug abuse, child abuse, juvenile delinquency, political scandal and massive bombings, Old Glory still embodies what this nation was founded upon. The red still stands for valor and zeal. The white still reminds us that hope, in its purist sense, still exists. And the blue reveals to us how God has so graciously kept with us His promise of love, truth and justice.
While all the rest of the nation hurried and hustled on its way to the grind that morning, someone out there took the time to reflect on just how blessed we are to be in this country. Thank you for raising the Red, White and Blue.
MICHAEL GRIGSBY
Abilene
Via e-mail
Of sheep and men
C.K. Chesterton wrote that those who do not believe in the existence of gods tend not to believe even in the existence of men. Being scientific evolutionists, they cannot tell the difference between a man and a sheep.
And being civilized men, they would probably be very bad judges of the differences between a good sheep and a bad one.
It is absurd for the evolutionists to complain that it is unthinkable for an unthinkable God to make everything out of nothing and then pretend that it is more thinkable that nothing should turn itself into anything.
BEVERLY MELLER
Abilene