Friday, June 14, 2019

Flag Day 2019

On June 6th, I gratefully remembered those brave soldiers who stormed the beaches of Normandy to liberate Europe from National Socialist (Nazi) tyranny. On Flag Day, I am grateful that our national banner still represents our Constitutional Republic and stands for Liberty and Justice for all.

I seriously doubt any of the Angry 24 Democrats (Socialists) circus clowns trying to cram into an electric car that won't take them very far would ever consider fighting against tyranny--their behavior, policies, and promises trade liberty for tyranny. Not one of the Angry 24 appear to be willing to make the ultimate sacrifice for America. If given the chance, they will sacrifice American citizens for globalism and tear down our flag.

I could list the Angry 24 who want the presidential salary and lifetime pension, but the selected candidate by the Democrat-elite masterminds will be someone who satisfies the following dirty dozen criteria:
  • Criteria # 1: Who can beat Trump and get mindless followers to chant, "Lock him up!" How original? Joy Behar wants all Republicans locked up: in concentration camps with gas chambers maybe?
  • Criteria # 2: Who can ensure the political pendulum swings so hard and far left that it permanently sticks guaranteeing them perpetual power. They want to convert the American Constitutional Republic into a Democratic Socialist tyrannical society that removes all enemies from participating in the political process. Listen for the one who criticizes the Constitution, claims it's irrelevant and fundamentally flawed, and clamors most for the removal of the constitutionally mandated Electoral College. The big lie will be we have a constitutional crisis and every vote in the general election must count.
  • Criteria # 3: Who can raise the loudest objections against traditional American family values, revises history, and demeans Christianity?
  • Criteria # 4: Who meets Daniel 1:4 (It's in the Bible):
    • Young and Good looking (Bernie? Not so much),
    • No physical defects (a pure physical specimen),
    • Shows intelligence (can memorize and recite DNC talking points with emotion)
    • Who is the best puppet for the global-elite puppet masters (easily manipulated and rapidly changes with every wind of demonically inspired doctrine)
  • Criteria # 5: Saddest "Poor-Me" Victim (Minority, Special Class Member)
  • Criteria # 6: The most pious Gaia Worshiper (Pretended Protector of the planet),
  • Criteria # 7: Meanest, Smiling Baby Murderer (Women's Civil Right, Health Care Advocate, Dehumanizing women and turning them into Property)
  • Criteria # 8: National Health Care (Hitler did that)
  • Criteria # 9: National Gun Control, Registration, and Confiscation (Hitler did that, too)
  • Criteria # 10: Free Education (How to dumb down the next generation?)
  • Criteria # 11: Strongest Globalist (4th Reich), Open Borders, Guaranteed government jobs (enslavement), and 
  • Criteria # 12: Most effective Deceiver, Silver-tongued devil, pathological liar, but a lover of self, boastful, arrogant, ungrateful, a malicious gossip, without self-control, a hater of good, treacherous, and hater of God (anathema).

Regardless of the number of Socialists and Communists masquerading as Democrats, notice that none of the listed criteria includes American Sovereignty, Judea-Christian values, American Exceptionalism, Individual Liberty over collectivism, protecting our Constitutional Republic, or most importantly, repenting from our Satanic national wickedness and returning to God. The DNC forbids mentioning that their policies lead to the destruction of the nation and peoples' lives, and dooms those who follow them to eternal damnation. 

Never once would they encourage their robotic followers to consider surrendering their lives to the Lordship and governance of Jesus, their Creator, and thus come to know the joy of His salvation. Would any of them raise their voice in humble prayer, lead people to confess their sins before the Holy One, let Jesus lead them into righteousness, and allow Almighty God heal our land.

Or, do they only know how to point an accusing finger at all who think differently from them, ridicule those who follow Jesus, and divide everyone into identity groups? Would any of them raise a hand against America's many enemies? It appears they would rather befriend them. Where have we seen this before?

1941 - Grand Mufti of Jerusalem Joining Forces with Adolph Hitler

No, the Angry 24 would rather preach faithfulness to their party, as Hitler preached faithfulness to the Fatherland, or Stalin preached faithfulness to the Communist Party and the united workers perpetual revolution.

The New DNC

The Most High is the one who has allowed Islamic radicals to attack our nation and citizens here and abroad. It is He who protected America and now has withdrawn His protection. He sentenced us to division and a collective insanity establishing a national asylum. Our only hope to avoid His wrath, is for His followers to preach confession and repentance of our sins before Almighty God, recognize Jesus paid the penalty for our sin, and be faithful to Him for He is the way, truth and life. No one comes to the Father except through Him.

Well, the Donkey circus comes to town later this month featuring the Angry 24. I doubt it will be informative, inspiring, or entertaining. It will be unimaginative and predictable.

If you agree with this post, please share it with your friends. The one the DNC selects for 2020 will be much worse than BHO or HRC. Probably, one already picked by the masterminds.
Dr. Abdul El-Sayed

Wednesday, June 05, 2019

D-Day 75 Years Later

June 6, 1944 Normandy, Nazi Occupied France
Brave Americans Fight to Liberate Europe from National Socialist (Nazi) Tyranny
1962 Movie
I am grateful to God that he used brave American soldiers to liberate Europe from National Socialist (Nazi) tyranny. My dad didn't fight in the European Theater, but the Pacific. He was in the Army Air Corps and shot down during a sortie over Burma. He never talked about the war or the jagged scar to his back. But when he took me to see the movie, "The Longest Day," he couldn't stop admiring the bravery of those who stormed the beaches, climbed Pointe du Hoc, or jumped behind enemy lines in the early morning hours before dawn. I didn't appreciate what they accomplished then. Now that Socialists threaten to complete the transformation of America into something God never intended her to be, I wonder if there are any brave souls left in our nation who will fight against socialist tyranny.

I appreciate how General Dwight D. Eisenhower (34th President) demonstrated true leadership when he encouraged faithfulness to our nation speaking with the paratroopers who would be the first to strike National Socialist (Nazi) tyranny.  
General Eisenhower with D-Day Paratroopers
I know many other nations sacrificed their native sons on that horrible, yet victorious day for liberty. But I sincerely hope we will remember what these brave soldiers did to secure liberty for ourselves and our posterity 75 years ago, June 6, 1944.

Brave Americans All
In fairness to these brave souls, will America continue to be blessed by Almighty God and remain the home of the free?

If we and our posterity reject religious instruction and authority, violate the rules of eternal justice, trifle with the injunctions of morality, and recklessly destroy the political constitution which holds us together, no man can tell how sudden a catastrophe may overwhelm us that shall bury all our glory in profound obscurity.
Daniel Webster

Saturday, June 01, 2019

2019 Colorado Christian Writers' Conference

This years' Colorado Christian Writers' Conference (CCWC) ended Saturday, May 18, 2019. As a faculty member, I want to thank everyone who attended and I sincerely hope God inspired and encouraged you to write His message to this lost and dying world.
This may have been the best CCWC. Not because it had the largest number of attendees; the opposite was true. No, I think it was the best because The Sovereign King of the Universe orchestrated a Gideon moment (Judges 7). I have accepted the offer and privilege to serve in God's army presented at CCWC.

I believe He delivered a clear, clarion call to Christian Writers not only to write His answer (the recurring theme of CCWC), but more importantly to write His warning to America: "Because you have rejected Me, I will no longer bless and protect you. I am turning you over to your own way--self destruction, disintegration, and a reprobate mind. I am releasing My writers, My prophets to proclaim My judgment on the land and its people."

His warning may be offered to give America one last opportunity to repent of its magnified sins. There are encouraging signs indicating several States have chosen to follow His way (Alabama, Arkansas, Georgia, Kentucky, Louisiana, Mississippi, Missouri, Ohio, and Utah). We will see if God blesses these States for taking a stand for His most precious gift--LIFE. Unfortunately, I doubt the whole nation, this daughter of Babylon, will repent.

States like Colorado are growing more hostile to all things Christian and any values that may have once been seen as wholesome and good. This beautiful land has established ugly governing policies. This hard-left controlled state cannot tolerate any thought contrary to its positions. Eventually, I believe Colorado will ban the annual Colorado Christian Writers' Conference.

There is one act that might save America from His righteous, burning wrath: President Donald Trump must call the nation to repentance, declare a day of humiliation, fasting and prayer, and lead Americans in crying out for His mercy. This proclamation must be stronger and more pointed than the one President Abraham Lincoln issued on March 30, 1863. If the president compromises and offers something less, we will get what we deserve.

For individuals, Jesus continues to extend His invitation to enter into the joy of His Kingdom. Isaiah 61:1-2a still applies:
"The Spirit of the Lord God is upon me, Because the LORD has anointed me to bring good news to the afflicted; He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, To proclaim liberty to captives And freedom to prisoners; To proclaim the favorable year of the LORD."
Repent, believe, and trust that The LORD Jesus is The Way, The Truth and The Life and that no one can come to The Father except through Him and He promises to save your eternal soul. Since Memorial Day, please consider His perfect sacrifice to die in your place, pay your sin penalty, and rise again to guarantee your salvation. Surrender to His governance and come to know true life, liberty, and happiness.

Wednesday, April 17, 2019

What does Islam intend for America?

What does Islam intend for America? Should we care? As a Watchman on the wall, I'm sounding the alarm. Those who read my blog, published articles and books know that I write to preserve and protect Life and Liberty. I can't stress this enough: God's gifts of Life and Liberty are being eliminated. It is the reader's choice to hear and take heed, or ignore this warning. 

Since the culture has fed us a pack of lies, here's a few diversity questions to ponder. Are all means of government equal? Or, are some superior to others? Is oligarchy governance (a group of self-proclaimed masterminds), regulating all, superior to responsible self-governance? Is a government created right (abortion) equal to or greater than our Creator's self-evident inalienable right (to life). Or, do American citizens want to be ruled by Islamic clerics? Are all forms of religious expression the same, not one better than any other? When people pray, are they praying to the same god, or is there only one true God and all others false -- no gods at all? (A related article is linked here: IMPRIMIS)

Have we embraced the world's deception? A May 2017 Barna Group survey found 28% of self-proclaimed practicing Christians strongly agree that "all people pray to the same god or spirit, no matter what name they use for that spiritual being." (

So, if our culture is right and all religions are equal, what does Islam intend for America? Paul Sperry provides insight from Islamic leaders own words in his 2005 book, "INFILTRATION." The following quotes are taken from the book's introduction.
INFILTRATION, by Paul Sperry

Abdurahman M. Alamoudi said the goal of Muslims in America is to turn the U.S. into an Islamic state, even if it takes "a hundred years. I think if we are outside this country, we can say, 'Oh Allah, destroy America.' But once we are here, our mission in this country is to change it."

Imam Siraj Wahhaj said, "In time, this so-called democracy will crumble, and there will be nothing. And the only thing that will remain will be Islam."

Omar M. Ahmad, former chairman of the Council on American-Islamic Relations (CAIR) said, "Islam isn't in America to be equal to any other faith, but to become dominant. The Quran should be the highest authority in America."

I've followed Paul Sperry since April 2008, when during our trip to Israel, LTG Jerry Boykin, recommended that I read Sperry's book. For readers of my blog, I cannot urge you enough to read this work and understand it was published 14 years ago. Since then, we now know highly trained and war-tested Islamic terrorists are already here. Muslims with skills to use our civility against us, now sit in the highest seats of local, state, and Federal government.

One thing I want my readers to understand: followers of Islam are committed to fundamentally transform our Constitutional Republic into an Islamic state. What would they do once they have total control of the strongest military on Earth with an operational nuclear arsenal? Would we see religious police patrolling our neighborhoods, bringing swift justice for every offense against Sharia law? Islam in America (1986)

In one month, I will be speaking at the Colorado Christian Writers' Conference. My topic is: America at a Crossroads. After watching the movie, UNPLANNED, seeing a baby boy safe in his mother's womb, violently attacked, appear to scream after having an arm ripped off his body, and fight for his life to the bitter end, I think my workshop should be called, America has passed a tipping point. I believe God is allowing Islam's domination of our country as judgment for the culture of death it has become. The telling quote from Abby Johnson's true story, UNPLANNED came from the Planned Parenthood Director, "America wants abortion."
Link to Abby Johnson's Speech
Well America, God will not ignore the murder of 60 million babies.

Maybe it will take Islam to bring abortion (a capital offense under Sharia) to an end in America, and with it, the end of the experiment in self-government -- America.

Sunday, March 17, 2019

Actor & Actress Candidates

I'm beginning to see more than one scripted Democrat candidate rising out of the sea.

Please watch this video (The Brains Behind AOC Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez). It's worth your time, and you will begin to see, and always recognize, the diabolical agenda of the Progressive Left, now calling themselves, "Justice Democrats." But who are they and what are their historic roots?

Thursday, February 21, 2019

Destination Hope - Book 5 - Reconciliation - Epilogue

For new readers to this story, I linked Chapter 1. Chapters 2 - 4 are linked under September, 5 - 10 under October, 11 - 18 under November, 19 - 27 under December, 28 - 34 under January 2019, and 35 - 39 under February.

Destination Hope – Book 5 – Reconciliation

A Novel By:

Charles J. Patricoff 

Copyright © 2014 by Charles J. Patricoff. All rights reserved.

A Future and A Hope

Since lunchtime on July 3, 1923, tourists, men, women and children from all walks of life and from all over the country, even some foreign travelers, began to gather behind a rope line south of the town stretching about one mile across an open, undisturbed field. Many in the crowd reminisced about what occurred ten years prior. A park ranger said to his audience, “Then, we estimated about 57,000 veterans participated in re-enacting Pickett’s charge. It was quite exciting to watch.”
A young boy, maybe four or five years old, wearing a confederate soldier’s replica kepi, stared up to his grandfather and asked, “Will there be shooting, Grandpa?”
His smiling grandfather leaned over and said, “I guess we will just have to wait to find out.”
The heat and humidity became oppressive, and there was no shade for the throngs of observers, except for those who knew to bring umbrellas for protection from rain or shine. Around three o’clock in the afternoon a lone bugle call sounded and a single cannon thundered. Minutes later, a long, one-man deep line of men with grey and white hair and beards emerged from the west woods lining Gettysburg’s Seminary Ridge. Every twenty yards, give or take a few, one man would carry the battle flag representing the Southern revolution. Some wore grey uniforms, and others regular modern-day business suits. Many had discarded their jackets and rolled up their shirtsleeves. All wore hats, some replicas of that day sixty years ago.
As these men struggled to walk through waist-high wild grass resembling wheat, grasshoppers, butterflies, moths and other winged insects scattered in all directions disturbed by these intruders of their peace. At the same time, other men wearing blue uniforms appeared to the observer’s left and began to take up positions along a short rock wall and small copse of trees. Several of these distinguished men carried Old Glory flags. Everyone in the crowd knew the re-enactment of Pickett’s Charge had begun.
After fifteen minutes, remnant survivors from Virginia, North and South Carolina, Alabama, Tennessee, Mississippi, and Georgia, reached the Emmitsburg Road, which runs at a diagonal direct from the southwest to the northeast across the field. After they crossed the road, they began to bunch closer together. They kept walking toward men in blue from Pennsylvania, New York, New Jersey, New Hampshire, Massachusetts, Connecticut, Delaware, Maine, Minnesota, Michigan, Indiana, Ohio, and West Virginia. It became clear to the adults in the crowd that some of these elderly combatants had great difficulty keeping pace, but still they pressed forward.
The inquisitive lad, sitting on top of his grandfather’s shoulders, asked, “Are they going to start shooting, now?”
“You have to wait and see,” said his grandfather.
From the ranks of the aged Confederates, an order sounded. It echoed down the line. A moment later, a similar order sounded from the staged Union troops.
“Something is going to happen now,” the grandfather said.
The boy’s eyes almost bulged as he grabbed his grandfather’s head.
Everyone heard the final order shouted.
Men on both sides removed their hats and began to wave them at their opponents. A cheer rose from the old soldiers and eventually the crowd joined the celebratory shouting as the Confederates closed on the Yankees standing at the wall. When the former Rebels reached the wall, both sides extended their arms in greeting. The former enemies shook hands, an unforgettable image of national reconciliation.
Buglers ascended the rock wall and began to play the mournful tune now known as "Taps." Many in the crowd began to weep as they remembered the thousands who gave their lives that this one nation, under God, with its new birth of freedom, might live.
“Is that all?” the boy whined.
“I’m afraid so,” said his grandfather.
“This is boring.”
“I’m sorry you think so. Maybe another time you’ll think differently.”
The family patriarch kept his grandson atop his shoulders as the crowd moved north, crossed the Emmitsburg Road and entered the National Cemetery. They gathered around a memorial, and a man dressed like Abraham Lincoln appeared in his famous black suit and stovepipe hat and gave two speeches.
During the first speech, the little boy lost interest, as the man talked about dedicating a final resting place. He laid his head down on top of his grandfather’s and drifted off to sleep. He never heard his grandfather sound the words the speaker said as he ended his presentation.

“With malice toward none; with charity for all; with firmness in the right, as God gives us to see the right, let us strive on to finish the work we are in; to bind up the nation’s wound; to care for him who shall have borne the battle, and for his widow, and his orphanto do all, which may achieve and cherish a just, and a lasting peace, among ourselves, and with all nations.”

Later, old-soldiers, re-enactors, family members, friends and tourists gathered in the various dining establishments within Gettysburg proper. The grandfather and his inquisitive grandson enjoyed a satisfying meal at O’Rourke’s Inn, a restaurant dedicated to the famous Yankee Irish Brigade. After dinner, the boy is attracted to an artist who is sketching patrons to look as if they were once in one of the battling armies. “Can I go over there and watch him, Grandpa?”
“Sure, but don’t wander off. I’ll only be a few minutes with these fine folks.”
The inquisitive boy dashed across the restaurant and in an instant, he became mesmerized by the charcoal magic appearing before him. His grandfather watched him to make sure he stayed put. The type of person who knows no strangers, he said to folks at the next table, “Did you notice how the patrons are split, even inside this establishment? Do you see? Uniformed Confederate re-enactors are on one side and Yankees on the other.” He pivoted on his seat and asked the younger couple. “Where was I?”
“You were about to tell us about your dad.”
“Well, like I was about to say, before Billy interrupted, my father wanted to be here like he was ten years ago, but…”
“He passed away?”
The older man nodded. It took him a few seconds to gain his composure. To help, he changed the subject a bit. “His best friend, Marvin who married my father's cousin, Margret, well they moved somewhere near Houston, Texas and established a cattle ranch. Marvin passed about fifteen years back. We lost touch with Margaret—not sure, if she’s still alive.
“My mother, Eleanor Ellis Graham, passed in 1905, and my father passed shortly after the 50th Anniversary of Gettysburg. I think Woodrow Wilson’s election broke his heart. He couldn’t believe the American people threw away their liberty in exchange for his dictatorship. He warned me that Wilson and those like him would drive America down a slow, long descent into the darkness of lost liberty all in the name of sinful progress and the false security that a modern world brings to the community of nations and all peoples.”
“Sounds like another name for Communism,” William’s fellow dinner guest said.
“Maybe, but I guess my dad resented the fact that Wilson fooled so many folks—promising to keep us out of the war to end all wars, and then three months after he took the oath of office, he sent our boys overseas. Dad rejected Wilson’s dishonest, academic argument that our Constitution had outlived its usefulness and was no longer relevant to a contemporary society. And I know my father disapproved of Wilson’s attitude toward education.
“You know, Wilson believed the purpose of education is to make a son as little as his father. For example, if a man believes that God is the Creator of the Universe, the education system must challenge this thinking in the man’s child. To combat Wilson’s notions, dad admonished me to make my children’s and grandchildren’s education a high priority and ensure they know the truth. That’s why we’re here.
“Morrow and me, and our son, moved to Charlotte, North Carolina and took over a dairy farm my father purchased sometime after the war.” William could tell his listeners drifted. He changed the subject. “Billy, my grandson, is around here somewhere.” William stretched his frame and caught his grandson’s attention. Little Billy hurried to the table.
“Billy, I’d like to introduce you to these folks. They came all the way from Colorado to visit Gettysburg.”
The pretty, fair-skinned blond woman said, “Billy, it’s really nice to meet you. Do you know where Colorado is?”
“Yes Ma’am. It is far out west, where the Rocky Mountains rest, and it’s nice to meet you too.” Little Billy extended his hand to the woman’s husband, “It is a pleasure to meet you, sir.”
“The pleasure is all mine, young man.”
“What a perfect, little gentleman,” the lady said. Then, she asked, “So young man, what do you want to be when you grow up?”
Little Billy said, “I’m gonna be a preacher of the Gospel like my great-grandpa.”
The elder William’s eyebrows snapped upward. His eyes widened. “Wherever did you get an idea like that? Who told you your great-grandpa, my father, was a preacher?”
“That nice man…” He spun on the balls of his feet and stood on the tip of his toes, pointing. “Over there.”
William craned his neck searching. “Which man?”
Little Billy glanced at his grandfather, pivoted and pointed again. “That m…” Little Billy searched the crowd across the room.
“Which one, son?” the senior William asked.
“I don’t see him, Grandpa. He must a left.”
William recalled something his father had once shared regarding a passage he recited when describing his conversion to Christ: “Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.” William smiled at his grandson’s disappointed, pouting countenance and said with as much encouragement as he could offer, “I believe you, Billy.”

The End of Destination Hope – But Hope Springs Eternal.

Author’s Note

Destination Hope is not a story about Billy Graham’s great-grandparents. However, I have often wondered what influence his ancestors had in shaping his love for the Lord Jesus Christ. The Billy Graham we, in the Twentieth and Twenty-first century have come to know and love, the Preacher to Presidents, was born November 7, 1918 to William Franklin Graham I (1888–1962) and Morrow Coffey (1892–1981), on a dairy farm near Charlotte, North Carolina, which his paternal grandfather, Crook Graham, bought after serving in the Confederate army. Billy Graham went home to be with Jesus on February 21, 2018. I, for one, miss him, but I do look forward to seeing him in the Kingdom of the Most High.

If the reader recalls from Chapter 9, on May 22, 1865, Secretary Stanton assisted Mrs. Mary Todd Lincoln’s departure from the White House and helped his puppet president become its next resident. Ninety-seven years later, God gave me life. I am grateful the woman who bore me gave me up for adoption. My adoptive dad taught me his admiration for Abraham Lincoln. From his leadership, I dedicated my life’s study to the scriptures and American history. Through the written word, I learned God’s opinion regarding the value of each individual life and His gift of liberty the founders of our nation desired to protect for future American citizens.

Unfortunately, past and present American leaders, like Secretary Stanton, abused their positions of power and established an unelected, unaccountable, administrative state. Bureaucrats are using the unchecked power of government to render our founding documents irrelevant, promote the killing of approximately 60 million innocent babies, indoctrinating our youth to embrace progressive democratic-socialism, and are rapidly destroying our nation from within. Is time running out? Only the Almighty knows. 

I believe God called me to write this story to reestablish a hunger in American Christians to recognize the beauty of the Constitutional Republic God created as His last best hope of liberty on Earth, and to encourage prayer for America’s restoration. God bless you, and thanks for reading.
Please let me know what you think. Should I publish my next project like this?

Monday, February 18, 2019

Destination Hope - Book 5 - Reconciliation - Chapter 39

For new readers to this story, I linked Chapter 1. Chapters 2 - 4 are linked under September, 5 - 10 under October, 11 - 18 under November, 19 - 27 under December, 28 - 34 under January 2019, and 35 - 38 under February.

Destination Hope – Book 5 – Reconciliation

A Novel By:

Charles J. Patricoff

Copyright © 2014 by Charles J. Patricoff. All rights reserved.

Chapter 39


The late-evening sun set slowly behind the western Tennessee hills. The sky turned a beautiful mixture of pink, orange, blue and white. The deep green foliage of a new summer accented the hills in the distance; yet, within minutes these brilliant hues would slowly fade from distinctiveness as the dark night gained advantage. Oaks, maples, birch, elm and cottonwood trees, set against the creeping, shape-changing upper atmosphere, created an artistic landscape for the observer’s appreciation.
With a few more months of hard labor, the people of Franklin, Tennessee would harvest their crops, just as new souls responded to Nathaniel Graham’s weekly sermons. As a recognized community leader, he guided his neighbors beyond their past desires for independence, concentrated their energy and resources on rebuilding their town and their lives, and helped them become reconciled to their reborn nation of liberty as they reconciled their souls to God. Nathaniel continued to teach their responsibility to grow in God’s grace, and learn to depend on and trust in Christ. The Almighty would unfold their future—like a tree bearing fruit—if they would choose to abide in Jesus, use the gifts He had invested in them, and follow His Spirit of hope.
Father, son, and their old dog exited the knee-high cornfield and William asked, “Do you think folks will ever stop asking about the mayor and his men?”
Nathaniel glanced back toward the center of the field and formulated an answer. “I wouldn’t worry about it, Son. The jury concluded that we acted in self-defense, so the matter is settled for all time. If I were you, I’d worry about your recital tonight. Are you ready?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Go on.”
“Uh-huh, I want to hear it.”
William looked at his father with admiring eyes, came to an appropriate attention, and started:

“In Congress, July 4, 1776, the Declaration of Independence of the Thirteen Colonies of the thirteen United States of America.
“When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.”

If William had noticed, he would have seen his proud father mouthing the words along with him.

“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed. That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shown, that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed.
“But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new guards for their future security.  
“Such has been the patient sufferance of these Colonies; and such is now the necessity which constrains them to alter their former Systems of Government. The history of the present King of Great Britain...”

William paused for clarification. “That was King George the Third, right Pa?”
“Yes, son, you are correct.”
William nodded and repeated the last phrase:

“The history of the present King of Great Britain is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute tyranny over these States. To prove this, let Facts be submitted to a candid world.”

Nathaniel held up his hand indicating a halt to the oral dissertation. “You can skip over the twenty-seven grievances; but don’t forget to recite them.”
“Yes, sir.” William’s eyes searched the sky as if he read the rest of the document in an instant. He resumed reciting the last dramatic paragraphs of Thomas Jefferson’s, near-sacred foundational words:

“In every stage of these oppressions, we have petitioned for redress in the most humble terms: our repeated petitions have been answered only by repeated injury. A prince whose character is thus marked by every act, which may define a tyrant, is unfit to be the ruler of a free people.
“Nor, have we been wanting in attentions to our British brethren. We have warned them from time to time of attempts by their legislature to extend an unwarrantable jurisdiction over us. We have reminded them of the circumstances of our emigration and settlement here. We have appealed to their native justice and magnum—”

William stumbled on the long, less than familiar term.
Nathaniel intervened. “Magnanimity.”
As father, son, and panting dog sauntered past the family plot, William asked, “Pa, what does,” he struggled with the pronunciation, “magnanimity mean?”
“I believe Mr. Jefferson intended the idea of generosity of spirit in this passage.”
“Kind of like when you say, God wants us to treat each other with kindness?”
“I think that’s correct.”
William took a few more quiet strides. “I think that makes sense.”
As a good father, Nathaniel asked, “Do you remember where you left off?”
“Yes sir.” William continued:

“We have appealed to their native justice and magnanimity and we have conjured them by the ties of our common kindred to disavow these usurpations, which would inevitably interrupt our connections and correspondence. They too have been deaf to the voice of justice and of consanguinity…”

Anticipating his son’s next question, Nathaniel said, “It means a relationship based on descent from the same ancestor—not by marriage.”
“Like me and mother?”
“Yes.” Nathaniel swallowed. I wonder just how much he understands. But before Nathaniel could formulate a question, William continued:

“We must, therefore, acquiesce in the necessity, which denounces our separation, and hold them, as we hold the rest of mankind, enemies in war, in peace friends.
“We therefore, the representatives of the united States of America, in general congress, assembled, appealing to the Supreme Judge of the world for the rectitude of our intentions, do, in the name, and by the authority of the good people of these colonies, solemnly publish and declare, that these United Colonies are, and of right ought to be free and independent States; that they are absolved from all allegiance to the British Crown, and that all political connection between them and the State of Great Britain, is and ought to be totally dissolved; and that as free and independent States, they have full power to levy war, conclude peace, contract alliances, establish commerce, and to do all other acts and things which independent States may of right do. And, for the support of this declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our lives, our fortunes and our sacred honor.”

William took a deep breath, “How was that Pa?”
The surrounding beauty helped inspire the gratefulness filling Nathaniel’s heart. “Excellent, son, I am proud of you. Say it like that tonight at the celebration, and son…”
“Yes Pa.”
“Don’t ever forget to rely on Divine Providence.”
“Yes sir,” William said confidently.
“Good boy.” He patted William’s back.
As Nathaniel gazed at the scene before him, he remembered the strange dream he had where he confessed he wanted his own farm and family. He smiled. Then he smelled the thickening, musty air, and recognized the heat might be so strong; he and William may have to draw water from the creek to keep their crops from withering.
Eleanor came out of the house drying her hands on her apron. She strolled at an easy, casual pace as if taking stock of the blessings surrounding her, too. She reached a conversational distance from the two men in her life and let them know that she served supper. “Dear, you, William, and Bailey need to come in now, before our dinner turns cold.”
Nathaniel turned his gaze from the sky and let Eleanor into his thoughts. “I don’t know why Almighty God let me live and took such a great leader from us.”
Eleanor moved closer. “Well, many in the church and town think you are a great leader, too.” She winked. “And I happen to agree with them. Your voice in Nashville has helped keep Tennessee from suffering the same fate as all other former Confederate States. I hear the Federal occupiers are crueler than our lost local authorities.” Eleanor glanced at their lush cornfield, then gazed at her husband. “I, for one, am very glad you’re still here. Where would I be, where would we be if you and I never met?” Eleanor smiled at Nathaniel and stroked her slightly extended lower abdomen.
Nathaniel returned her smile. “I don’t know the answer to that neither.”
Eleanor corrected, “It’s either, dear.”
“Neither, either, it’s all the same to me.” Nathaniel smirked.
“Well, it should matter a great deal to you, dear. What would our parishioners think if you butchered the English language from the pulpit each Sunday morning?”
“Oh, they won’t mind.” Nathaniel patted Bailey on his squared, graying head. “Will they, boy?”
Bailey panted.
“William, go on now, wash up and get ready for dinner, while I have a word with your mother.”
William obeyed without question. “Come on, Bailey.”
Bailey stopped panting, tilted his head and bolted after his smaller master.
As boy and dog neared the house, Nathaniel said, “But you know, Ellie, it still bothers me. I can’t help but wonder what our country would be like right now. I mean, I think the entire nation would have been better served if God would have let him live; better yet, if He would have intervened and prevented that terrible night altogether. I suppose it’s an ageless question.”
“What is, dear?”
Nathaniel raised his eyes toward the not-too-distant hills. “Why won’t God violate our free will? Why won’t He stop someone from committing purposeful sin and unspeakable evil?” He stared at his bride. “Yet, I can’t tell you how many times He has saved me from acting foolishly. I guess we will never know in this life why God chooses to intervene in some of the affairs of mankind and leave others alone.”
“I’ve often thought about it too, dear. You remember, I told you I had the privilege of meeting him long ago, before the war. No one thought much of Lincoln then. I never really knew him, but my father thought that he was a good and honest man. If not for him, I am confident, my brother Paul would be gone, too.”
“You know I’ve spent hours studying things he wrote. I’m convinced he was sent by God to lead our nation. I didn’t think that ten years ago. Like so many, I became certain he appeared as the devil incarnate. I’m sorry I believed a lie. His murder was a terrible loss for us all.”
“Well, I’m sure God has His reasons for taking him when He did,” Eleanor said. “Maybe the war was not punishment enough for our many national sins.” She rubbed her husband’s back. “Honey, please don’t beat yourself up anymore. All is forgiven, and as far as I’m concerned, you’ve taught William well. I believe he knows our rights come from God—that the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution are inseparable documents, and Lincoln led us back to a reconciled nation and left us two great speeches, the Gettysburg Address and his Second Inaugural, to help us remember if we begin to lose our way again. William is well prepared to carry the light of God’s liberty forward to his children. He knows he must choose to follow God, no matter what, even if this great country rejects God. Most of all, he is prepared to enter our Lord’s Kingdom. For that, I can never thank you enough. Nate, in my eyes, you are a good man.”
The question still haunted him. He muttered in a weak attempt to expose it to cleansing light: “Ain’t it something what one bullet can do?”
“What dear?” Eleanor asked. She shook her head as if her husband remained some great mystery. “What’s that got to do with what I just said?”
“It’s something a soldier once said to me.” Nathaniel repeated with stronger clarity, ‘Ain’t it something what one bullet can do?’  That seems like ages ago.” Then he completed his thought: “One bullet changed the course of American history.”
Nathaniel reached down to the ground picked up the well-chewed leather baseball lying by his right foot. He had finished stitching it back together earlier that morning. It now felt soggy and it smelled like the inside of Bailey’s mouth. “Dayenu.”
“What dear?”
Nathaniel looked at his bride and repeated each syllable. “Day-eh-new is a Hebrew word Professor Jonah Benjamin shared with me—something he learned about the Passover celebration. The word means, ‘it is enough.’” Smiling Nathaniel said, “God has so blessed my life. If He never does another thing for me, He has already done more than enough.” He pulled Eleanor close and gave her a gentle hug and kiss.
After they released, Nathaniel turned Bailey’s toy between his thumb and fingers for a moment, looked at it, and then threw it as hard and as far as he could. It disappeared into the thick woods at the west end of their farmhouse’s clearing.
Bailey must have caught sight of it while lapping at the water pouring out of the pump as William stroked its handle. William let the rusting metal bar slam into its shut-off position. Nathaniel, Eleanor, and William watched Bailey run as hard and as fast as his legs could carry him. Then the widening, eight-year-old, happy, black Labrador barked as he disappeared into the thick underbrush.
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