Last time we were visited by the Spirit of Liberty Past. We
walked through the founding of the country; saw the hardship of Valley Forge,
reveled in t he growth of the nation as ushered in by the Transcontinental Railroad,
then moaned at the changes of our culture inspired in the ‘60’s and were
shocked by the course the nation was set upon in the 70’s as liberal ideology,
the theology of Woodstock if you will was imposed upon American Society by the
Supreme Court. Now like Dickens’s Scrooge of legend we are visited by the
second of three Spirits. I dare say rather than the flamboyant Father Christmas
our Spirit of the Present would appear as the equally flamboyant Uncle Sam.
So it is with fear and trepidation that we take the robe of
Uncle Sam and see what our nation has become.
Uncle Sam takes us to a street in Chicago
where we hear an interviewer named Rogulski speak to a woman in line for a government
assistance program.
ROGULSKI: Why
are you here ? Woman: To get some money ROGULSKI: What kind of Money? Woman:
Obama money ROGULSKI: Where’s it comin’ from? Woman: Obama ROGULSKI: And where
did Obama get it from? WOMAN: I don’t know his stash. I don’t know. I don’t
know where he got it from, but he’s givin’ it to us. And we love him. That’s
why we voted for him. O-ba-ma. O-ba-ma. (…) ROGULSKI: Did you get an
application to fill out yet? WOMAN: I sure did. And I filled it out, and I am
waiting to see what the results are going to be. ROGULSKI: Will you know today
how much money you’re getting? WOMAN: No, I won’t, but I’m waiting for a phone
call. ROGULSKI: Where’s the money coming from? WOMAN: I believe it’s coming
from the City of Detroit
“Why make us privy to this?” we ask Uncle Sam, “It doesn’t affect
us. Some people want a handout, but not most people.”
“Doesn’t affect most people?” Uncle Sam asks “perhaps you
need to see where the government stash is.”
The place we visit next is not at all what we expected, it
is a house, and ordinary home a “typical” family of four resides here. The man
is a builder, worked in the construction industry perhaps as an electrician or
plumber, now he owns his own contracting business, as long as the work remains
steady his income is good, his wife sacrifices material things so she can home school
her children. Their son is preparing to embrace his duty and join the US
army. His daughter is sixteen and learning to drive. “What is this?” we ask, “What
does this have to do with that lady in Chicago ?”
“Where do you think the Government gets its money, can it
give to one and not take from another.” Uncle Sam explains. “This man asks
nothing of his government except those things the constitution requires. He
doesn’t want assistance doesn’t want unemployment,
doesn’t even want the government to educate his children. He
worked hard and has achieved a level of success now he is vilified as the rich
told he doesn’t pay his fair share by the very citizens who pay nothing. He gives
and gives and always it is not enough. Men like him wonder why they work so
hard if only to have it taken away.”
“Why does he try?” we ask. “Why work so hard for so little? Why
take the risk?”
“Because he is an American,” Uncle Sam says.
Next we go to a small town in the Midwest
and we see devastation. A tornado has wrecked homes and lives. We are saddened
yet encouraged neighbors have come from all around and the debris being cleaned
up homes are being rebuilt the affected are being given clothes food and
shelter long before FEMA can do its thing. “That man there- on the tractor he’s
the one.”
“What is special about him?” we ask.
What indeed!” he replies incredulously “He drives his
tractor here leaving his own work to wait using his own fuel and resources to
help people he doesn’t know. What is special about him? He is an American
Farmer is that not enough?”
“With men like that the country must be secure!” We exclaim.
“Do you not know what this country does to that man? He
bleeds and sweats to work the land, raises the food to feed the population of
the world. He works long hours and expects only to make enough to feed his livestock
and plant next years’ crop. Yet every year the EPA places new and more
restrictive regulations on him, driving up the cost of his business and
limiting his profits. The cost of fuel is driven up; trade policy hurts his
ability to export. Then when he dies the government will take half of all he’s
worked for so that his heirs will have to surrender their property in order to
pay the death tax!”
“This is madness!” we say, “Surely this is the work of a
massive conspiracy! Show us the ones behind it must be the Freemason’s, the Bilderbergs,
some group of powerful men!”
“Oh that it were that simple” Uncle Sam says. “If only a conspiracy
was to blame. One man with and idea could bring down a conspiracy as David
brought down Goliath with a stone. To think for an instant that the greatness
of America
could be held down by a mere group of men! Freedom threatened by some cloak and
dagger society! Absurd! When has any one walked into the voting booth with you,
told you who to vote for? That some clique could control the elections in every
small town and community, to believe that free men don’t make up their own
minds if they will run for office or not! To defeat a thing like that would be
child’s play. Beware these two!”
From the shadows two figures emerge shadowy and subtle, “What
are they?” we ask.
“They are Ignorance and Apathy these are your conspirators and
they live in you and in all who take the blessings of liberty for granted! These
are they who vote for politicians who bring home public funding rather than
defend the constitution. These are the one’s who reelect incumbents then
complain that the congress does the same thing over and again. Every two years
you reelect the entire congress, every four years you reelect the President,
every six years the entire Senate, yet you let these two vote in your place! These
two are the culture, are the education of your children these are the one’s who
must be defeated.”
“How?” we ask.
Now we go to the final stop and see the answer. We are in a
church, Tuesday night prayer meeting. 7 people pray, fervently and effectively.
We listen as they pray for each other, for the sick, for the lost, for the
nation, for the elected officials they voted for and for the elected officials
they did not. They pray in tears for the unborn. “These few?” we ask, “this is
what might save the nation?”
“Might!” Uncle Sam exclaims, “Do you not see it? This nation
continues only on the prayer of these few. Seven here, twelve there lifting
their voices in supplication to the Sovereign hand of Providence that aided in
the founding of this nation, what else holds back the hand of judgment, what
else keeps the embers of liberty from dying but these?” They place the hedge of
protection around the brave men and woman of the military; they bring hope to
the persecuted church around the world. Would you see Hell? Would you see
tyranny unleashed as never before? Would you see anarchy and Chaos? Would you see ole Glory cast forever in the
mud? Let these cease to pray and you will, and a dozen times over!”
“But,” we ask skeptically, “if the prayers of the few who
sit in those pews holds such power than why is the nation in the shape it is
in?”
Uncle Sam gestures across the sanctuary that would seat 200,
to all the empty seats, “Because of the ones who should sit in those pews but
do not.” A tear streams down Uncle Sam’s face and he is gone.
In the distance we heat a sound… God help us the Spirit of
the Future approaches!
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