‘The Tattered Flag’ (2015)–and a Prayer


See the source imageWe don’t want to turn our country’s flag into an idol; but to treat it with disrespect is already to make it some kind of idol.

There was a lot of this during those evil days of *Batteries Not Included.

The Tattered Flag

Please join me in prayer.

O Lord our God! For Jesus’ sake, have pity on our country and our flag: have pity on us. We have sinned, and now the Philistines gloat over us: these Democrats, who hate you for our sake and hate us, your people, for your sake. They have succeeded in stealing a presidential election–a crime which they bragged of before they committed it.

O Lord! Don’t let this stand! With you all things are possible: therefore snatch this fruit from their hands before they can bite into it, expose their crime, and drive them into perpetual defeat and extinction once and for all: and call us to a national repentence–because our sins, our folly, got us into this wretched predicament in the first place. In Jesus’ name, and by the power of Jesus’ name: Amen.



7 comments on “‘The Tattered Flag’ (2015)–and a Prayer

    1. The same grade school also experimented with deleting “under God” from the Pledge of Allegiance. That didn’t last very long.

      Public education must be abolished.

  1. Know what I miss from my Air Force days, even though it sometimes seemed like an annoyance when we were in a hurry or in the middle of foul weather? On military bases, if we were outdoors at Reveille or Retreat (morning and end of day), when the first bugle notes sounded over the Base PA system, we all had to stop wherever we were, turn toward the Base flagpole, come to attention, salute, and hold the salute all through the ensuing Star-Spangled Banner. I regret to say that some people occasionally ducked indoors at the first notes, to avoid standing at attention in, say, a downpour. But I would give my eyeteeth to be able to show that kind of respect to our flag again, especially in the midst of everyone else showing the respect.

    Wouldn’t it be wonderful if we could have, say, a daily citywide Retreat ceremony at the beginning of close-of-business rush hour, when everyone would stop and salute the flag before jumping into cars and buses or flooding into the subway? Sigh. I can dream, can’t I?

    1. Back in the 90s when I was subbing at a local high school, the Pledge of Allegiance coming over the intercom was the signal for the whole room to erupt in gossip and babble, sounding rather like a penguin rookery, and get up and mill around the room. I stood at attention, alone, nobody else. I’m afraid it was wasted on them.

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