"We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defence, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America." - Preamble to the United States Constitution Today I’m reflecting on this nation which I’m blessed to call home. America has always opened her arms to the peoples of the world. We have always been generous, caring, and a true melting pot of ethnicity. Often we are not treated with fairness or justice by the world’s government leaders, in spite of our unfailing helpful response to our planet’s disasters and atrocities. It’s true at times our own citizens do not act with the highest of moral character. We are a nation of people that does not always do right -- enacting laws, then debating them; indulging in much too much excess, then frantically looking for solutions to cover our self-created problems. America is certainly not perfect. But, because Jehovah, the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob is tightly woven into the core of our fabric, we remain free and blessed in so many ways that the rest of the world can only hunger after. Men and women making pilgrimage and establishing the colonies, representation drafting our Constitution and Bill of Rights -- it is to them we owe our thanks and respect for their keen foresight. But it is to God we will always owe honor and gratitude for His hand of blessing and love resting upon us for many generations. May we NEVER lose sight of the privileges, the responsibilities and the love that go along with His hand of blessing. May we ALWAYS want more of His wisdom and ways!
Dear Lord, I stand beneath a flag with fifty shining stars and stripes with memories of the small colonies that put You first in their lives. It was Your cause that brought them here. It was Your hand which guided theirs as they quilled names to the mighty Constitution, that You, no doubt, inspired them to write. My head is bowed in respect. My heart is filled with gratitude. And yet, Lord, I have a confession to make. Something inside of me rebels. As our forefathers resisted tyranny, I resist the voices that grow louder -- insisting on more autonomy. Muffle their shouts, dear Lord, before they become too forceful in cadence of anarchy.
I thank You for creating me from chaos -- as our Pilgrim Fathers created a working form of government from chaotic conditions surrounding them. I thank You for Your love, from which nothing can separate me. Though I stumble, fall or lose my way, You will seek me out and lift me up on the wings of eagles -- because I depend on You.
I thank You for those who spitefully use me. I must look to see if they are mirrors reflecting that within me which I must try to correct.
I thank You for the talents You gave me. I must depend upon You to help me channel them into ministries of Your love.
I thank You for the islands of trees and seas of grass and all the animals therein. I need their beauty. They need Your care. We depend upon You.
Dear Lord, I thank You for my independence -- and for my dependence too. - J.M. Bacher

