Rebekah Honeycutt

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Pride and Honor

on July 4, 2012

When I was a little girl growing up, my family was always practicing for and competing in ‘Bible Competitions’. Competing was a way of life for me. I wanted to do my best and make my family proud.

I was raised very strict Baptist, and the competitions began when I was in first grade. I had to memorize scriptures and passages found in the bible, and quote them aloud. In 4th through 6th grade I had to memorize where words or names were found within the bible and be the first to find it and step forward.

I was practicing one night with three other girls for ‘Tic-Tac-Toe’ (which was 7th through 9th grade). My Grandfather passed away that night, and I never practiced again. I knew he would have wanted me to continue, but I couldn’t. I felt like he was the only reason I was doing them in the first place, and without him, why continue?

In addition to your regular competition, you could also compete in different areas: Singing, Art, etc. One of the many areas was called ‘Declarations’. This is where you would stand in front of the crowd and make a speech. All of my family members who competed in this before me used the same poem. When it was my turn, I felt so much pride that it was my turn. Of course, as a little girl, I didn’t truly understand exactly what the speech was about. This poem moved me when I read it the first time, and to this day, it has the same effect.

Today being independence day, it was floating through my mind, and I wanted to share it with you.

A VISITOR FROM THE PAST 
by Thelen Paulk

I had a dream the other night, I didn’t understand.
A figure walking through the mist, with flintlock in his hand.
His clothes were torn and dirty, as he stood there by the bed,
He took off his three-cornered hat, and speaking low, he said:

“We fought a revolution, to secure our liberty.
We wrote the Constitution, as a shield from tyranny,
For future generations, this legacy we gave,
In this, the land of the free and the home of the brave.”

“The freedom we secured for you, we hoped you’d always keep.
But tyrants labored endlessly, while your parents were asleep.
Your freedom gone, your courage lost, you’re no more
than a slave,
In this, the land of the free and the home of the brave.”

“You buy permits to travel, and permits to own a gun,
Permits to start a business, or to build a place for one.
On land that you believe you own, you pay a yearly rent,
Although you have no voice in choosing how the money’s spent.”

“Your children must attend a school that doesn’t educate.
Your Christian values can’t be taught, according to the state.
You read about the current news, in a regulated press.
You pay a tax you do not owe, to please the I.R.S.”

“Your money is no longer made of silver or of gold.
You trade your wealth for paper, so your life can be controlled.
You pay for crimes that make our nation turn from God in shame,
You’ve taken Satan’s number, as you’ve traded in your name.”

“You’ve given government control to those who do you harm,
So they can padlock churches, and steal the family farm,
And keep the country deep in debt, put men of God in jail,
Harass your fellow countrymen, while corrupted courts prevail.”

“Your public servants don’t uphold the solemn oath they’ve sworn.
Your daughters visit doctors so their children won’t be born.
Your leaders ship artillery and guns to foreign shores,
And send your sons to slaughter, fighting other people’s wars.”

“Can you regain freedom for which we fought and died?
Or don’t you have the courage or the faith to stand with pride?
Are there no more values for which you’ll fight to save?
Or do you wish your children to live in fear and be a slave?”

“Sons of the Republic, arise and take a stand!
Defend the Constitution, the Supreme Law of the Land!
Preserve our great republic and each God-given right,
And pray to God to keep the torch of freedom burning bright!”

As I awoke he vanished, in the mist from which he came.
His words were true, we are not free. We have ourselves to blame.
For even now as tyrants trample each God-given right,
We only watch and tremble, too afraid to stand and fight.

If he stood by your bedside, in a dream while you’re asleep,
And wondered what remains of our rights he fought to keep,
What would be your answer, if he called out from the grave?
Is this still the Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave?

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