We live in an imperfect country, that’s certain.
We live in a broken country, that’s clear.
We live in a divided country, that’s sad.
We also live in a great country. It doesn’t matter where you started in this country, you can go anywhere and follow your conscience to become who you want to be, who you are called to be.
On this day, I choose to remember the group of imperfect people who came up with a grand idea all those years ago and all those who have stood up to declare their allegiance to something bigger than themselves since then.
Nope. No perfect people. Just people.
Idealists? Maybe. But if believing that your home, as imperfect as it is, is a gift worth defending, protection, loving, and nurturing into all that it could be, then call me Idealist.
You can choose to see her for her failures. That’s your right.
I see her for who she can be, if we would all embrace the great ideals that are behind America. That’s my right.
Happy Independence Day.