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re: America is facing a threat of biblical proportion: The rise of Christian nationalism
Posted on 2/21/24 at 4:47 pm to djmed
Posted on 2/21/24 at 4:47 pm to djmed
“Our constitution was made only for a moral and religious people. It is wholly inadequate to the government of any other.” - John Adams
I grew up in a Christian America. We felt safe in our own homes. So much so we could leave our front doors unlocked at night without fear of home invasions. Divorce was rare (very rare), and our children respected their elders. Everything worked.
My wife and I gathered our children and congregated with our neighbors at Church on Sunday. Then after Church we strolled over to the Mom & Pop Grocery Store next to the Church to buy groceries. The husband handled the meat counter in the back (his smoked pork-venison sausage was yummy), and the wife and older kids handled the check out lines. We lingered a while to visit with our neighbors. I heard laughter and giggling children.
We mourned with our grieving neighbors when they lost loved ones. The Funeral Home was always full to capacity for wakes.
There was no want, there was no loneliness, life moved slower and we laughed and sometimes we cried. I listened to stories of valor and incredible bravery from our WWII Veterans.
I go back to my old hometown occasionally. Everything on main street is boarded up, including that Mom & Pop Grocery Store. Most of the shop owners have passed on. Fond memories.
Sad.
I grew up in a Christian America. We felt safe in our own homes. So much so we could leave our front doors unlocked at night without fear of home invasions. Divorce was rare (very rare), and our children respected their elders. Everything worked.
My wife and I gathered our children and congregated with our neighbors at Church on Sunday. Then after Church we strolled over to the Mom & Pop Grocery Store next to the Church to buy groceries. The husband handled the meat counter in the back (his smoked pork-venison sausage was yummy), and the wife and older kids handled the check out lines. We lingered a while to visit with our neighbors. I heard laughter and giggling children.
We mourned with our grieving neighbors when they lost loved ones. The Funeral Home was always full to capacity for wakes.
There was no want, there was no loneliness, life moved slower and we laughed and sometimes we cried. I listened to stories of valor and incredible bravery from our WWII Veterans.
I go back to my old hometown occasionally. Everything on main street is boarded up, including that Mom & Pop Grocery Store. Most of the shop owners have passed on. Fond memories.
Sad.
This post was edited on 2/22/24 at 11:12 am
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