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Just over 2000 years ago, the greatest of all Kings was born. His birth had been foretold and foreshadowed for millennia. The sacred event signified the arrival of the most powerful Kingdom ever known. This most significant moment in all of history arrived in quiet reverence, in the middle of a parched desert, amongst trampled straw and common farm animals. The Great King was born to simple parents – poor even by the dismal standards of the day. To the faithful, His arrival was trumpeted through the Heavens by glorious angels. A heavenly token forever marked the event as a new star was born which appearance was likely dismissed out of hand by the multitudes of the Earth unprepared to witness the epic moment. On that all important night, Christ the Lord began His reign on Earth, forever changing our destiny, our purpose, our hopes.
It is for these reasons, and these reasons alone, we boldly wish all a Merry Christmas. It is a season in which we celebrate the Birth of the Lord Jesus Christ, the Savior of all mankind. We celebrate His perfect life, His perfect example, His perfect eternal gifts to us. We celebrate all of the pure and wholesome values He advocated throughout His short life here on Earth – not the least of which was Peace amongst all nations and all people.
We also raise our gratitude heavenward for the blessing of living in a great nation where our right to worship the King of Kings is protected and defended every single day. We humbly thank the noble men and women of our country’s armed forces who put their lives on the line to ensure our great nation never loses such critically important freedoms.
To all of them and to all of you… we say Merry Christmas. May God Bless us All.
December 24, 2012 No Comments
We thank the many brave men and women of this country both past and present who dedicate their lives that this great nation shall ever remain free!
“For it has been said so truthfully that it is the soldier, not the reporter, who has given us the freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us freedom of speech. It is the soldier, not the agitator, who has given us the freedom to protest. It is the soldier who salutes the flag, serves beneath the flag, whose coffin is draped by the flag, who gives that protester the freedom to abuse and burn that flag.” – Zell Miller
November 11, 2012 No Comments
Editor’s note: President Ronald Reagan wrote the following address for July 4th, 1981. His then aide Michael Deaver later wrote: “This 4th of July message is the President’s own words and written initially in his own hand.” It says it all far better than we ever could. From the staff here at ICE PACK Emergency Preparedness Systems – Have a Safe & Enjoyable 4th of July Holiday!
For one who was born and grew up in the small towns of the Midwest, there is a special kind of nostalgia about the Fourth of July.
I remember it as a day almost as long-anticipated as Christmas. This was helped along by the appearance in store windows of all kinds of fireworks and colorful posters advertising them with vivid pictures.
No later than the third of July – sometimes earlier – Dad would bring home what he felt he could afford to see go up in smoke and flame. We’d count and recount the number of firecrackers, display pieces and other things and go to bed determined to be up with the sun so as to offer the first, thunderous notice of the Fourth of July.
I’m afraid we didn’t give too much thought to the meaning of the day. And, yes, there were tragic accidents to mar it, resulting from careless handling of the fireworks. I’m sure we’re better off today with fireworks largely handled by professionals. Yet there was a thrill never to be forgotten in seeing a tin can blown 30 feet in the air by a giant “cracker” – giant meaning it was about 4 inches long. But enough of nostalgia.
Somewhere in our growing up we began to be aware of the meaning of days and with that awareness came the birth of patriotism. July Fourth is the birthday of our nation. I believed as a boy, and believe even more today, that it is the birthday of the greatest nation on earth.
There is a legend about the day of our nation’s birth in the little hall in Philadelphia, a day on which debate had raged for hours. The men gathered there were honorable men hard-pressed by a king who had flouted the very laws they were willing to obey. Even so, to sign the Declaration of Independence was such an irretrievable act that the walls resounded with the words “treason, the gallows, the headsman’s axe,” and the issue remained in doubt.
The legend says that at that point a man rose and spoke. He is described as not a young man, but one who had to summon all his energy for an impassioned plea. He cited the grievances that had brought them to this moment and finally, his voice falling, he said, “They may turn every tree into a gallows, every hole into a grave, and yet the words of that parchment can never die. To the mechanic in the workshop, they will speak hope; to the slave in the mines, freedom. Sign that parchment. Sign if the next moment the noose is around your neck, for that parchment will be the textbook of freedom, the Bible of the rights of man forever.”
He fell back exhausted. The 56 delegates, swept up by his eloquence, rushed forward and signed that document destined to be as immortal as a work of man can be. When they turned to thank him for his timely oratory, he was not to be found, nor could any be found who knew who he was or how he had come in or gone out through the locked and guarded doors.
Well, that is the legend. But we do know for certain that 56 men, a little band so unique we have never seen their like since, had pledged their lives, their fortunes and their sacred honor. Some gave their lives in the war that followed, most gave their fortunes, and all preserved their sacred honor.
What manner of men were they? Twenty-four were lawyers and jurists, 11 were merchants and tradesmen, and nine were farmers. They were soft-spoken men of means and education; they were not an unwashed rabble. They had achieved security but valued freedom more. Their stories have not been told nearly enough.
John Hart was driven from the side of his desperately ill wife. For more than a year he lived in the forest and in caves before he returned to find his wife dead, his children vanished, his property destroyed. He died of exhaustion and a broken heart.
Carter Braxton of Virginia lost all his ships, sold his home to pay his debts, and died in rags. And so it was with Ellery, Clymer, Hall, Walton, Gwinnett, Rutledge, Morris, Livingston and Middleton. Nelson personally urged Washington to fire on his home and destroy it when it became the headquarters for General Cornwallis. Nelson died bankrupt.
But they sired a nation that grew from sea to shining sea. Five million farms, quiet villages, cities that never sleep, 3 million square miles of forest, field, mountain and desert, 227 million people with a pedigree that includes the bloodlines of all the world. In recent years, however, I’ve come to think of that day as more than just the birthday of a nation.
It also commemorates the only true philosophical revolution in all history.
Oh, there have been revolutions before and since ours. But those revolutions simply exchanged one set of rules for another. Ours was a revolution that changed the very concept of government.
Let the Fourth of July always be a reminder that here in this land, for the first time, it was decided that man is born with certain God-given rights; that government is only a convenience created and managed by the people, with no powers of its own except those voluntarily granted to it by the people.
We sometimes forget that great truth, and we never should.
Happy Fourth of July.
Ronald Reagan President of the United States
(Reprinted with permission)
FACTA NON VERBA
July 3, 2012 No Comments