It’s very early in the morning and the rest of the world still sleeps. The sun hasn’t yet risen, but I have. Something has roused me awake. A restlessness has overtaken me. So here I sit in front of this computer, paging through some of the windows I’ve saved to post about or to read.
One in particular catches my eye. It’s a piece by Mark Alexander at the Patriot Post. He’s titled it, “There is a Time to Fight.”
“Patriots, this struggle is difficult. The odds of utter success are long. Then again, so it was also at the very founding of our nation. It will most certainly take more than one election cycle seat a Congress willing to restore Rule of Law, but reaffirm our commitment to that end we must.”
For some time now, I have had an aching in my heart. The kind that brings about deep sighs and a sense of unease, of sadness. I’m losing someone dear to me. I see it slipping away. And it brings me to tears. I long for it — yearn for what was ours. What have we done? “Don’t it always seem to go that you don’t know what you’ve got till its gone. They pave paradise, and put up a parking lot.”
Alexander reminds us that today is the sixth anniversary of Ronald Reagan’s death. Time to take account of his legacy.
“Four weeks hence, Patriots will reflect upon the immense sacrifices, in both blood and treasure, that were spilt in creation of the United States of America, the greatest experiment in human history.”
“In the words of Samuel Adams, “Those who expect to reap the blessings of freedom, must, like men, undergo the fatigues of supporting it.”
“Take heart, though, and implore God’s blessing that we are on the side of Truth and Light. And know that it is our civic duty, the remembrance of our heritage, and the education of our posterity that calls us to act now; to act in unison, to act continually and forcefully.”
The first morning bird is chirping, though it is still dark. Always darkest before dawn… Maybe that little bird is waking his neighbors because he knows the sun is going to rise and there’s work to be done.
Gird yourselves for the next five months; honor the sacrifices of our forebears with your own; and plow the fields for our posterity.
As Founder Joseph Warren said, “On you depend the fortunes of America. You are to decide the important question, on which rest the happiness and liberty of millions yet unborn. Act worthy of yourselves.”
And these enduring words from Peter Muhlenberg in 1776: “There is a time for all things, a time to preach and a time to pray, but those times have passed away. There is a time to fight, and that time has now come.”
Maybe it’s time to put on the coffee. The lone little bird has awoken a neighborhood and the old oak trees have come alive with the sound of their singing. Their sleep is over. I don’t think I’ll be going back to sleep any time soon.
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