Rise again… 5

This week, Christians all over the world are celebrating the holiest of all days, a day which is set aside to remember the Resurrection of the Christ. This day reminds us that there is an ultimate victory for those who are part of the faith… the victory of life over death.

Like many people, I have been conflicted a lot lately with the seemingly out of control growth of evil and the painful destruction of the American dream. Freedom seems to be challenged more and more by an overreaching government fueled by an unrelenting populace of “me-first” voters.

Success by individuals is now considered a horrific sin against the less talented or ambitious. This has given some in power a large whipping post with which to distract people from their true intentions.

There was a song written back in the late sixties and released under many covers which has been running around inside my head. “The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down” was about the fall of the Confederacy in 1865.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Night_They_Drove_Old_Dixie_Down

Written by ‘The Band” it was later released by Joan Baez in 1971 which means it was playing on my radio for months and months during the most formative years I can remember in my life.

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Up until that point in my life I was pretty insulated from the real world other than what I read in magazines and newspapers (when I actually read that is). The Vietnam war had peaked, I was not quite old enough to serve yet and my family history included a Great Grandfather who was on the Yankee side during the Civil War.

By 1973 I found myself living in the south in Charleston SC and I got my first taste of the loss so many people still felt.

Charleston was a more progressive city but there were still Rebel flags flying from buildings and homes all around the area. Segregation was being phased out but in the further reaches in the country it was still alive and well. The one phrase you heard a lot though was that “The South Shall Rise again”.

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I did not quite understand that notion in those days.

Why would anyone want to separate themselves from the United States? I could only see things through the prism of a boy from the north who had read the history of the rise of the United States post Civil War. The rise of the railroads, expansion of our territory, the powerful industrial revolution that changed our status and the success of the world in beating back tyranny not once but twice in two world wars. None of these could have happened without the mighty force of a unified country and all of its resources.

What made her the power that she was included those resources bonded by an overreaching sense that America was something special in the halls of nations. Our giant melting pot produced giants and opportunities by blending together the unique flavors and abilities of people from all over the world. People came here to be free and to try their hand at success. “I am going to America” meant that you had the gumption to want to live in a land with few restrictions but fewer things that supported the less ambitious.

From the earliest days, the hallmark of America was freedom. With freedom comes risk. That risk however still equated to boundless opportunities.

Some succeeded and some failed. The common thread was that all had the choice to try.

Today, that freedom is being rapidly choked off in the name of “fairness”.

I don’t need to go into every law and regulation that is being used. If you are here, you already know those things well. America as we know it is nothing more than a well written and colorful puppet show compared what it once was. An illusion of its former greatness. The Republic has been sold to the lowest bidders and we are all part of the sham led by men and women with less than honorable intentions.

The loss started for me the night Barack and Joe stood on the stage and said change was here. I am sure it actually started much longer ago than that but watching two men with horrible records stand on that stage indicated a loss of liberty and freedom. Long before Obamacare, long before the assault on freedoms in general, and long before they indicated that I was the enemy because of my beliefs, I knew America was on its last journey. The violence in the cities is growing out of control and will soon come to a theater or drive in near you. Oh wait, it already has.

Can we rise again?

I don’t know. I’m getting old. I have fought a good fight and contributed my love and labor to what I believed in. Maybe it doesn’t matter. Nations have come and nations have gone. Nations that turn their back on the Creator have traditionally been found in the ash heap of history. There is only one freedom left that I am willing to give my life for… freedom to worship my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.

Watch for the signs. Tyrants fear people who have no fear and people who are Christian Soldiers are the most feared of all. We have no fear because we have been assured that we will rise again and there is nothing in this world or the next that tyrants can do to regulate that. That fact alone is why at some point they will try and control those who believe in the Word.

I continue to ask God to Bless America.

There is still a small amount of hope in me formed form years of travelling across this great land and meeting some very committed people. But just as Lot and his wife were warned, when the pillars of flame descend on Sodom and Gomorrah, do not look back. The people who denied God and chose to live in ways that were abhorrent to him will pay a price that will be impossible to overcome.

Mister Mac

    • Virgil Caine is the name and I served on the Danville train
    • ‘Til Stoneman’s cavalry came and tore up the tracks again
    • In the winter of ’65, we were hungry, just barely alive
    • By May the tenth, Richmond had fell It’s a time I remember, oh so well
      The night they drove old Dixie down
    • And the bells were ringingThe night they drove old Dixie down
    • And the people were singing
    • They went, "La, la, la"

 

  • Like my father before me, I will work the land
  • And like my brother above me, who took a rebel stand
  • He was just eighteen, proud and brave, but a Yankee laid him in his grave
  • I swear by the mud below my feet
  • You can’t raise a Caine back up when he’s in defeat

5 comments

  1. And that may be the key right there, Mac. While we do our best for us and our countrymen in this world, we are not of this world for like the thief, we shall (we hope) see Paradise. Not the false one of cult of Islam, which is part of the cult of death, but Life Everlasting.

    Now if there are enough of us to hold this hill, all will be fine.

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