More than anytime in recent history, America’s destiny is not of our own choosing.
We did not seek, nor did we provoke an assault on our freedoms and our way of life. We did not expect nor did we invite a confrontation with evil.
Yet the true measure of a peoples’ strength is how they rise to master that moment when it does arrive.
Forty-four people were killed a couple of hours ago at Kennison State University. Three swimmers from the men’s team were killed and two others are in critical condition.
When after having heard the explosion from their practice facility, they ran into the fire to help get people out.
Ran into the fire…
The streets of heaven are too crowded with angels tonight.
They’re our students, and our teachers, and our parents and our friends. The streets of heaven are too crowded with angels.
But every time we think we’ve measured our capacity to meet a challenge, we look up and and we’re reminded that that capacity may well be limitless.
This is a time for American heroes. We will do what is hard, we will achieve what is great. This is a time for American heroes and we reach for the stars.
God bless their memory. God bless you. And God bless the United States of America.
You know, you remind me of the man that lived by the river.
He heard a radio report that the river was going to rush up and flood the town, and that all of the residents should evacuate their homes. But the man said, “I am religious. I pray. God loves me, God will save me.” The waters rose up, a guy in a rowboat came along and he shouted, “Hey, hey you! You in there, the town is flooding let me take you to safety!” But the man shouted back, “I am religious. I pray. God loves me, God will save me.” A helicopter was hovering overhead, and a guy with a megaphone shouted, “Hey you down there, the town is flooding, let me drop this ladder and I’ll take you to safety!” But the man shouted back that he was religious, that he prayed, that God loved him, and that God would take him to safety.
Well, the man drowned. And standing at the gates of St. Peter he demanded and audience with God. “Lord,” he said, “I’m a religious man, I pray, I thought you loved me. Why did this happen?” God said, “I sent you a radio report, a helicopter, and a guy in a rowboat. What the hell are you doing here?”
We owe it to ourselves to stand in this dirt as survivors and witnesses. We have to cure ourselves of the itch for the absolute knowledge or power or right. We have to close the distance between the push-button order and the human act. We have to touch people.
Men seek to douse the flame, douse the ideal, to return to a different age entirely, to return to the age from which our forefathers fled.
Fundamentalism is a vision, an idea as rigid as democracy is flexible. And we cannot let it overcome what we have worked so hard to earn.
Jed — Go see Lincoln and listen.