Memorial Day

Memorial Day honors Americans who died in service to our country, from the Revolutionary War through recent conflicts. For me, the day has always been a chance to reflect on WHAT, exactly, these brave soldiers, sailors, aviators, and marines died for. I was taught some rather basic principles that are at the heart of the United States of America as it should be: 

• Freedom. Of speech, assembly, religion, press, thought, political affiliation.
• Separation of church and state.
• Due process and equality under the law, and innocent until proven guilty.
• The freedom to move around from state to state without interference.
• Checks and balances of power between the legislative, executive, and judicial branches.
• Respect for police, firefighters, emergency workers, and anyone committed to serving our country in the military or civil service.
• My rights end where someone else’s begin. That’s not a bug; it’s a feature. It means if I have an opinion or belief, I’m entitled to it, but I am NOT entitled to harm someone else just because they think or believe differently from me. There will always be people saying, believing, or doing things that I disapprove of, but as long as I am not being harmed by them, too bad. They’ve got the same rights I have. 

I remember so vividly my childhood trust that our government was just, balanced, and fair. As I grew older, I realized the ideals listed above ran more like guidelines than rules in the real world. For instance, more African Americans than white people receive the death penalty, even though whites commit more murders. Police officers can behave very badly, as can politicians and civil servants. 

In fact, anyone can be an angel, an asshole, or a psychopath, no matter what their position in life. 

But the ideals serve a purpose, a goal, an aspiration for a better world, a kinder world, a fairer world. They’re the lighthouses we should seek in tempestuous times. 

And hundreds of thousands of men and women put on the uniform and gave their lives for those ideals. 

Today, I’m sharing a few sympathy cards. Karen’s Card Shop ALWAYS needs sympathy cards. They seem appropriate.

And as you eat a burger and watch a parade or whatever you do to mark the occasion, take a minute to reflect on how we are (or are not) living up to those ideals. Are we betraying their sacrifice and trust?

I wonder.

Mercy, grace, peace, and love,

Susan