A Visitor from the Past

I had a dream the other night I didn’t understand; a figure walking through the mist with a flintlock in his hand. His clothes were torn and dirty as he stood there by my bed. He took off his three-cornered hat and speaking low, he said, “We fought a revolution to secure our liberty. We wrote the Constitution as a shield from tyranny. For future generations, this legacy we gave, in this, the land of the free and the home of the brave. You buy permits to travel and permits to own a gun, permits to start a business or to build a place for one. On land that you believe you own, you pay a yearly rent, although you have no voice in choosing how the money’s spent. Your children must attend a school that doesn’t educate. Your Christian values can’t be taught according to the state. You read about the current news in a regulated press. You pay tax you do not owe to please the foreign IRS. Your money is no longer made of silver or of gold, you trade your wealth for paper, so your lives can be controlled. You pay for crimes that make our nation turn from God in shame; you’ve taken Satan’s number as you’ve traded in your name. You’ve given government control to those who do you harm, so they can padlock churches and steal the family farm, and keep our country deep in debt, put men of God in jail, harass your fellow countrymen, while corrupt courts prevail. Your public servants don’t uphold the solemn oath they’ve sworn, they defy and rape the nation and leave its fabric tattered and torn. Your leaders ship artillery and guns to foreign shores and send your sons to slaughter fighting other people’s wars. Can you regain the freedom for which we fought and died? Or don’t you have the courage or faith to stand with pride? Are there no more values for which you’ll fight to save? Or do you wish your children to live in fear as a slave? People of the Republic arise and take a stand! Defend the Constitution, the Supreme Law of the Land! Preserve our great Republic and God-given rights! And pray to God to keep the torch of freedom burning bright.”

As I awoke he vanished in the mist from whence he came. His words were true. We are not free. We have ourselves to blame. For even now as tyrants trample each God-given right, we only watch and tremble to afraid to fight. If he stood by your bedside in a dream while you’re asleep and wondered what remains of our Rights he fought so hard to keep, what would be your answer if he called out from the grave? Is this still the land of the free and Home of the Brave?

Thelen Paulk