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A Friendly Reminder For Our Nation

Mr. President, Mr. Vice President, Americans, and the world: In the crucible of revolution, our forefathers etched their pledge— a bold testament inscribed not solely in ink, but in the quiet, relentless pulse of divine dependence. It is as if the ink itself carried whispers of a celestial covenant, affirming divine Providence into the very marrow of liberty. Yet, as time past, present battles won, and future problems solved, liberty's nation absolved themselves from any responsibility to the Providence from whose sovereign ties freed them from foreign foes. And man's purpose became his own. Hear this If our purpose is in just us, we will find we have lost ourselves, encased in the cells of just-ice. For if our forefathers found it requisite to declare our nation's independence by recognizing their dependence on the "Laws of Nature and Nature's God" beyond the limits of mankind's powerful facade, facading the source of our country's origin, our homeland's dominion, foraging a jurisdiction of humanity alone, thereby ascending mortality's throne above the divine -- making mankind superior to the "Supreme judge of the world," a position our forefather's forbade "appealing... [In] rectitude...of [their] intentions" to a God they believed in, a declaration sovereignty - bowed in solemnity, proclaiming “with a firm reliance on the protection of divine Providence," a dependence on a God they entrusted their dependence to. Who are we to say any different? What difference does it make if we believe in God or ourselves? As the good word says, "Shall the axe boast itself against him that heweth therewith? or shall the saw magnify itself against him that shaketh it? As if the rod should shake itself against them that lift it up, or as if the staff should lift up itself, as if it were no wood." For Godhood is to create, and man was created by God. And should man boast himself beyond Him who spawned ages beyond ages, he shall find himself his brother's pawn, despondent, disheartened and disappointed, foraging for the framework of freedom our forefathers foraged, overwhelmed by the damage of a fallen nation who failed to hear the caution within the clarion calls of its creator. This is a warning from neighbor to neighbor.

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