So as I look around and listen to the heartbeat of a wounded nation, I do contemplate quite a bit. What kind of country will my granddaughter live in? For that matter, what will become of the next generation as a whole? How bad will it get for my son, as he goes out at night on patrol to protect and serve his community? And, is my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, poised to return and straighten this whole mess out, once and for all? At my age, these are simply the things you think about, (or you should think about).

Now, this weekend is not the time to bloviate about how the leftist terrorists and traitors are subverting our founding documents and destroying the moral fabric of the greatest nation in all human history. I’ll save that for another time, soon. No, today I just want to give you some stuff to contemplate.

All throughout the last 247 or so years, depending on how far into the makings of the American Revolution you want to go, men and women have answered the call to defend the value systems and liberty our Founding Fathers pledged their “lives, fortunes, and sacred honor” to embrace and pass on. Many “gave all of their tomorrows for our todays”. So as you look around and bear witness to the all-out-war on everything we hold dear and right in our hearts, and as you watch a modern propagandist press/media dig in and portray truth and reason as the new hate speech, what of all those heroes I just mentioned? What of all the souls whose last thoughts may have been of loved ones they’d never see again, or of how those loves ones would mourn their loss and the reason for it. What of the enormous sacrifice, and whether or not we are now spitting on their graves and nonchalantly casting aside that sacrifice in the name of some ridiculous notion called, “wokeness”???

So pull up a chair friends, and grab a beer and a burger. But as you indulge, remember who we are, and the idea that united we stand, divided we fall. Let it sink in, how close this whole thing is to going out the proverbial window, and how absolutely unfortunate it would be to dishonor the memory of the heroes, who along with Almighty God, made it all possible…

Abraham Lincoln wrote some notes on the train on his way to Gettysburg, that in his humble opinion, would not even be remembered to history. Take a glance…

November 19, 1863

Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.

Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.

But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate — we can not consecrate — we can not hallow — this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us — that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion — that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain — that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom — and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.

Abraham Lincoln