The 4th of July.
Try explaining the concept to a Canadian.
“We have Canada Day,” they proudly claim, “on the 1st of July.”
According to my nosy internet friend Wikipedia “the anniversary of the July 1, 1867, enactment of the British North America Act, 1867 (today called the Constitution Act, 1867, in Canada), which united three colonies into a single country called Canada within the British Empire.”
- a mouthful.
- A bit dry compared to the colorful stories of American independence.
- And, very proper.
Yet, so Canadian. Honest and true.
But, don’t underestimate the Canadian spirit. Their World War Two soldiers were legendary for courage and tenacity.
And, nobody’s got an anthem like Canada.
I love to belt out “with glowing hearts we see the rise, the true north strong and free…”
It makes me feel a part of something rugged and windswept, raw and untamed.
But, I love the United States, too.
I was born in Detroit, Michigan. Spent my school years in Oklahoma. Married my sweetheart in Texas. I grew up singing “Yankee Doodle” and admiring all the military heroes in my extended family.
- Air force
- Coast Guard,
- and one lone Navy Seal.
They taught me one thing – America is a country worth fighting, living and praying for,
That the the 4th of July
- family reunions
- and church picnics
are not just the sounds of celebration.
They are the sounds of freedom.
God bless America.