“The Memory of the just is blessed: but the name of the wicked shall rot.” Proverbs 10:7

Tomorrow America will celebrate Memorial Day.

A day set aside to honor those who have bravely fought to protect our land and having given their entire existence, will, and allegiance to that cause many went on to give even more, giving their very lives for the freedom that we all enjoy. 

From those who fought in our great revolution, that desire for freedom still marked in history by the famous giant signature that John Hancock proudly, confidently, and treasonously scribed with the quoted remark that the king could see that without his spectacles.

The wars that would follow, the civil war being the most tragic, difficult, and victorious in our history.

I have ancestors as do many, that fought on opposite sides of that war. But a just war as freedom for all means freedom for all.

The war against Japan as the leaders sought so arrogantly to attack a friend, they were the men and women who returned home hailed as true heroes and rightfully so.

The great fight against the evil of Hitler and the same demonic filth being fought by Israel today, only instead of outrage and horror being lamented from our society that was heard in the times of our former generations, we now hear many sing the sickening praises of baby killing rapists whom unbeknownst to them one day they also will be at the mercy of. 

War after war, boys starved, half-naked, minds tormented by death and destruction all around, many captured, POWS tortured, starved, beaten and only God would know what they endured, solitude and suffering.

Others coldly listed as MIA, lost, many a world away, many forever and who knows how long they waited, how long they suffered hoping for help that often would never come.

Those who fought in Vietnam the most disrespected and mistreated of all, they returned broken, tormented, crippled, minds shattered with the trauma of death and destruction having survived it all, walking dead searching for comfort, healing, and hope all that they truly deserved by instead were met with cries of hatred by those who stayed behind, never having to fight for anything, nor would they, all they had to offer was to cowardly hide behind the anti-war protest signs.

“Boast not thyself of to morrow; for thou knowest not what a day may bring forth. Let another man praise thee, and not thine own mouth; a stranger, and not thine own lips.” Proverbs 27:1,2  

These are the true American heroes, the men and women who have served, fought, and stood strong and they deserve our praise, they deserve our gratitude, and honor to their name and blessing to their memories.

Remember them today, remember their service and all those who are serving today in the most difficult time in human history as the world, embracing the devil himself, has set a course to join him in hell.

Not just going to hell in a hand cart as the old miner saying goes, they are willfully doing so, trading the lives of the chosen of God and hope for eternal life for temporary riches of this world and there will literally be hell to pay, as they have brought themselves and their countries under the wrath as an enemy of Jehovah God.

We still have today and amidst all the screaming belligerent God hating anti-Semitics that seem to have taken over, there are glimmers of hope flickering through the ashes of American society.

Heartwarming recent counter protests by young men who are true Americans and truly hold the true beliefs that we were founded on as dear and worth fighting for.

We are not a nation of racists, there is no white privilege, this is a myth cooked up by people who need go hang out with some poor white people once and awhile, there is no such thing as poison from birth, that we are genetically prone to try to be superior because we were born white and to be honest, I am so sick of it, try to be a white woman from the South and come and tell me all about it.

As I have said, I have a certification to perform marriages in my state that actually has no “she”, all the name lines have “he” and “him” followed by my name.

And if people want to talk ridicule and being bullied and discriminated against try speaking with a southern accent. An accent born from immigrants, who had to learn English and mingled with their mother tongues produced what we call Southern. My ancestors from nine different nationalities and many of our words that the rest of America scoff at and make fun of us for are English with Welsh, Scottish, Irish, Finish and Norwegian pronunciations added.

These reactions accents are commonly met with; French accent, “Oh how lovely.” Spanish accent, “Oh, how sexy” speak with a Southern accent and it’s “Oh you must be stupid.”

Thanks to newspaper articles printed in the North in the early nineteen hundreds, it is considered perfectly socially acceptable to make fun of us, stereotyping us through degrading cartoons depicting us as drunken, toothless moonshiners with zero intelligence and if anyone in this nation should be “raising cane’ it is us.

That was a free rant in honor of my great, great, some number greater Grandfather who was from the Scottish Clan Rose, who was a POW and brought to America and decided to stay once he was free. 

“A good name is rather to be chosen than great riches…” Proverbs 22:1, line 1

Their good names will live on, their service and their sacrifice will live on and as we celebrate them today, let us also pray that somehow, someway our nation will rise again, the good overcoming the evil and staying the destruction of the end days, that will surely eventually come but as we remember and as we pray, let that true American spirit rise up in us, the spirit of true freedom, true bravery, valor and honour to our God and our Creator, the one who allowed our nation to be birthed, the only true King, Jehovah God.

Blessings to you and yours today! 

Φλογιζω NBJ 2024/ Rev. N. Brown Johnson *IMAGE CREATED USING AI, WANTED TO INCLUDE POW/MIA FLAG, NOT AVAILBLE. HONOR TO THEM ALSO*