Today is Flag Day in America.
There was a time in our history when our flag was empty of experience. It had the symbolism of a new united people and the expectation of greatness, but we were a young country and it had little collective history. It did have something powerful. A dream.
The United States wasn’t even a year old when Continental Congress adopted the flag design on June 14th, 1777, but now, centuries later, our flag is much more than our experience and it is much more than the red and white clothe stripes and symbolic stars in a sea of blue.
It’s everything that’s ever happened to this country and everything we’ve ever done. It’s victory and defeat. It’s protests and pageantry. It’s honor with humility and shame with remorse. It’s living and dying for principal.
Our flag is now the collective body and history of our nation. It’s not only the rights we are guaranteed, but it’s also the personal rights we embrace and grant to others through courtesy and compassion and our national character.
Above all the stars and stripes is a waving symbol for the entire world to see of courage, liberty, and our belief in the God we trust.
There is no official meaning to our flag’s colors even though orators and congress have made many fine suggestions.
I think the red is for the honored blood spent and spilled in the creation of the United States of America and our continued fight for freedom and liberty for all. The white is for the light of the divine we hope to embrace as a nation in our collective decisions and actions. Blue has long been seen as trustworthy, dependable and committed. The stars, though symbolic of our collective state governments, are also seen as mystery and imagination.
In the allegiance we have pledged to this republic, the flag is above all. US.
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