Take a little trip to Valley Forge in January. Hold a musket ball in your fingers and imagine it piercing your flesh and breaking a bone or two.
Then take a knee.
Then take a knee to Normandy where man after American man stormed the beach, even as the one in front of him was shot to pieces, the very sea stained with American blood.
Take a knee in the sweat soaked jungles of Vietnam, from Khe San to Saigon … anywhere will do. Americans died in all those jungles.
Take another knee in the blood drenched sands of Fallujah in 110 degree heat. You’re on your own. There’s a lot of places to take a knee.
Americans have given their lives all over the world. When you use the banner under which they fought as a source for your displeasure, you dishonor the memories of those who bled for the very freedoms you have.
American men and women delivering the real fight against those who chose to harm us, blazing a path so you would have the right to “take a knee.”
If you really feel the need to take a knee, come with me to church on Sunday, and we’ll both kneel before Almighty God. We’ll thank him for preserving this country for as long as He has.
We’ll beg forgiveness for our ingratitude for all He has provided us. We’ll appeal to Him for understanding and wisdom. We’ll pray for liberty and justice for all. But there will be no protest. There will only be gratitude for His provision and a plea for His continued grace and mercy.