I just got home from the Restoring Honor rally in DC with three great friends. It was fantastic, and extremely well attended. The crowd was awesome – freedom loving people are great.
There were so many moving moments, so many icons of American history, so many heroes of freedom; heroes of faith, hope, and love – time probably doesn’t permit a full recap. Here are a few moments that most caught my attention.
“Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me. I lift my lamp beside the golden door.” – Inscription on the Statue of Liberty
Is this not the call of a free people? Is this not the heart of the Lord Jesus? Give me the dregs, the outcasts, the supposedly worthless – but the ones who desire to be free. These are the ones the Lord wants, and these are the ones we used to welcome with open arms in this country. The huddled masses, yearning to breathe free.
There was Glenn Beck’s statement that even the poorest-of-the-poor in America has blessings that many in the world cannot even comprehend. I’ve been to other parts of the world – and the evidence would support the statement. I’ve seen the coffee farmers in Nicaragua make $2 a day picking beans and come home to live in a 10×15 dirt-floor shack. These people are not nearly the poorest in the world, but they live in conditions well below America’s extreme cases of poverty. It throws into stark relief the constant harangue of the progressives in this country about how unfair the economic conditions are. We are well ahead of the rest of the world.
There was Alveda King’s clear declaration that we have shed innocent blood, allowing the wombs of American mothers to become a battleground. Amen. May God bring this horrid chapter of our history to a close soon.
Then there were the three that abide forever – faith, hope, and charity. The message so clearly transcended politics. It dashed any notion of the disaffected conservative that our victory, and restoring our country to true values of freedom, will in any way stem from a political machinery. We must change. We must restore faith, hope, and charity to our lives (of course, with God’s help – which He is so evidently eager to give). Until we have done these things, we have nothing to offer a struggling America. Until we have ourselves been restored to the truth, then there is little need for us to move to restore America. First we must remove beams from our own eyes.
We must build our families, before we can hope to bring a message of restoration of the family to a nation whose social foundations are crumbling. We must restore our charity to the needy, before we can hope to wrest that responsibility from a corrupted and failing government bureaucracy. We must restore our faith in God, before we can expect a nation to turn back to Him. We must restore our hope for tomorrow, before that hope can spread to a nation and extend to the next generation.
Finally, we must not let freedom die on our watch.
It was a great rally, Mr. Beck. Well done.