Genocide… It’s worth a little disrespect
The first thing you have to envision is a mid size gymnasium in a Christian School. At one end of the Basketball court, about 20 feet high, tacked or stapled to a white stucco background, is a normally sized Christian flag. One really has to squint in order to see it since the white Christian flag blends into obscurity against the white stucco background. At the other end of the Basketball court is a huge American flag that looks like it is trying to make it into the Guinness book of World records as the most tacky American flag ever put in a gymnasium. Technically, it is not a flag, but something that looks like it was made out of a giant Lincoln Logs kit, replete with a do it yourself red, white, and blue spray painting manual. I kid you not … you could put 6 Christian flags inside the parameters of this American “Flag.” A blind man doesn’t have to squint to see this thing.
Next comes the music. I think they used a phonograph with a vinyl record. At least the recording of the Star Spangled Banner sounded like something that was pressed when Kate Smith was still trim and in her prime. Around me stood a couple hundred earnest God fearing Christians singing at the top of their sanctified voices, and there was my son and I, definitively not standing, trying to ignore the fact that we weren’t being ignored.
I’m sorry. I just don’t get it. Really, it is not like that I haven’t tried to get it. Here we are as a nation killing 4000 unborn babies a day and Evangelical Christians want to get all choked up while singing the National Anthem? Here we are trying to make Iraq safe enough so they too can start safely killing babies in their freshly minted Democracy and people want to cast a quick glance at the seated forms of my son and I and whisper … “Psst, Hey Martha, check out that cranky Reformed Pastor. He and his son aren’t standing again for the National Anthem.” Well, excuse me if I get in the way of your warm patriotic fuzzies. There they were pounding out at the top of their lungs … “The land of the free and the home of the Brave,” and nobody could see the irony and hypocrisy in that?
Look, we have no more business honoring this flag and the country for which it stand or singing its Anthem than German Christians had saluting the Nazi Flag and shouting ‘Sieg Heil’ as it passed by. To those who believe that we should snap to attention every time the flag gets unfurled I want to have a couple questions answered. At what point in a holocaust does one decide things have gotten so out of control that one can no longer be a proud American? How many bodies must be offered up to Molech until lines about ‘land of the free and home of the brave’ begin to curdle in your vocal chords?
Yes, yes … I know … I have been told a thousand times. Thinking that way isn’t nice and actually making those views known to people hurts their feelings. “Besides Pastor”, (so the routine goes) “what kind of witness are you if you sit down while the National Anthem is being played or while the colors are being posted?”
More Irony.