Why I Love Merica
For all her issues, I love Merica.
She isn't backwards or stupid or unsophisticated, she's just young. The rest of the world sometimes snubs its nose and calls us naive, but that naïveté is what makes room for big dreams and big risks.
I love Merica because a black man and a business man can both be presidents.
I love Merica because my Dad and my Uncle started a company 33 years ago with a hope and a dream from their father and I get to work for that company today. In the course of working for that company, I get to work with salt-of-the-earth people who through hard work have built something admirable. For example, the awesome man I had lunch with yesterday who has no college education but built a company that employs hundreds and hundreds of people.
I love Merica because years ago God inspired my friend Scott to plant a church, and not only did the government not intervene, we planted our church on top of a hill and we've safely gathered there for 7 years.
I love Merica because states rights exist. Regardless of our opinions on the legislation, each state has different laws and that allows us to live where best suits us.
I love Merica because we truly are a melting pot. We're all mutts and we all just got here a short time ago and our differences create a mosaic of culture.
If you watch the news, you'll think we're all a bunch of opinionated jerks and that every town has a riot. But here in the real world, you people are pretty cool. You're just trying to make a beautiful life for yourself. Sure, we got scumbags and sometimes our sinful hearts make us turn up the scumbag, but all in all Merica has a great group of humans.
This morning I went outside, and it was quiet. Just a bird here and there. But many have endured the ear-splitting noise of war so it can be quiet now. And I am thankful for them.
Happy Independence Day, Mericans.