We sang "America, the Beautiful" at the end of Mass this morning. I'm not an overly patriotic person, but that song stirs in me pride in my country and hopes for our future. It reminds me of the faith of our founders and the prayer that undergirded their efforts toward independence. Singing of "purple mountain majesty" reminds me of the mountain vistas that have taken my breath away. "The fruited plain" reminds me of the agricultural communities in which I've lived and how beautiful those fields were in the heart of summer. We Americans have so much for which to be grateful. We take too much for granted and pray too little for our future.
At least I do.
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