Among the reverberating truisms of life is that those of us who are ignorant of history are irrevocably destined to repeat it. And along with that wise and time-tested observation, most of us who bear the revered appellation of “Christian Soldier” recognize that except “through a glass darkly” betimes, we mortals must live entirely by faith- never quite knowing what lies just around the bend in our individual lives.
Therefore, a loving Father in Heaven has taught us to always hope and pray for the best- yet equally prepare for (and fight against) every worst-case scenario as exemplified by the painful lessons of recorded history.
Moreover, it is written that it is the sad nature of almost all men that when they find themselves in possession of a little authority, they use that opportunity to exercise unrighteous dominion. All too sadly, we presently see this phenomenon in our federal government ad nauseam- particularly in the executive branch, but also in Congress and in our federal judiciary.
Hence, we should pray fervently for deliverance from such evil within our federal government- but use every peaceful non-violent means at our disposal to eliminate every despicable weed of unbridled tyranny that springs up in the God-given garden of our individual liberties.
When I first entered military service in September of 1965, I was naïve, unquestioning- and admittedly relatively uneducated, despite three years of excellent higher education at Lafayette College. Fortunately, however, my philosophy professors had taught me well the art of clear and logical thought. Moreover, at my first permanent duty station (The Presidio of San Francisco), I would soon be shown a clear and logical path to that personage who has now become my best friend- Jesus Christ.
I have always tried do the right thing- to teach, serve and love others, even when it was inconvenient, unpopular- or at times even dangerous. So have my four military children- with eight combat tours under their belts and two more immediately on the horizon. It has been infinitely more dangerous and demanding for them, I’m sure- and their personal trials, sorrows and wounds have been much more difficult to bear than my own.
Nevertheless, these many months I have tried my best to serve my country within the narrow confines of my own home- a self-imposed house arrest in order to care for my aged mother. After nearly four years as my mother’s primary caretaker, however, my sister will soon take over that awesome responsibility- and I’ll be relocating in Utah. In that regard, you won’t hear much from me for a season, because I have much to do in preparation- and it will take me a while to get settled.
Therefore, I now leave you with a few words of counsel- not that I consider myself entirely worthy or entitled to offer you such advice.
These are perilous times- and of your God-given responsibilities, perhaps the greatest among them is to love and protect your own individual families. Moreover, that sacred responsibility has long been the great strength of America. We fight not for mere real estate, however hallowed the ground of our several states may be. We fight primarily for our children and for their children. The American dream is meaningless without them. It is for this cause that our patriots have spilled their precious blood- ever since that fateful morning in Massachusetts long ago.
Our continuing American Revolution began early on the morning of 19 April 1775 on a small village green in Lexington when a handful of ragtag Colonial militiamen led by Captain John Parker confronted a highly superior force of Redcoats led by Major John Pitcairn.
Twenty-three-year-old Sylvanus Wood was among the patriots that morning and later reported that the British officer on horseback warned, “Lay down your arms, you damned rebels, or you are all dead men!”
According to Wood, some British guns of the first platoon then fired, but were apparently charged only with black powder. None of the thirty-eight patriots by Wood’s count were harmed by that first volley.
Wood further reported, “Captain Parker ordered every man to take care of himself. The company immediately dispersed, and while the company was dispersing and leaping over the wall, the second platoon of the British fired and killed some of our men. There was not a gun fired by any of Captain Parker’s company…”
In that second volley, eight patriots were killed.
To be fair and balanced, I present the account of Major Pitcairn, who later reported to General Gage, “Some of the Rebels, who had jumped over the wall, fired four or five shots at the Soldiers, which wounded a man of the Tenth, and my horse was wounded in two places from some quarter or other, and at the same time several shots were fired from a meeting house on our left. Upon this, without any order or regularity, the light Infantry began a scattered fire, and continued... contrary to the repeated orders both of me and the officers that were present…”
It is profoundly ironic that the shot heard around the entire world, at least according to our honest eyewitness and courageous patriot Sylvanus Wood, was fired by a British Soldier and was apparently just a loud blast of black powder. No ball…
That harmless blast from a British musket was intended to frighten you, America, but instead it triggered a violent rebellion against tyranny that has continued its solemn drumbeat until this very day.
And like that empty blast from a British gun barrel, the Obama administration unleashes volley after volley of ruthless lies and empty rhetoric to both deceive and frighten you. Nevertheless, be undeterred and valiant! We must press on until every enemy of liberty has been trodden underfoot- until God Almighty decrees that our good fight fought has been sufficient to free America from this unwelcome and unholy blight!
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Richard Allan Jenni
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