I’m always called to pause and think at this time of year.
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I’m always called to pause and think at this time of year.
I think about what freedom means. I wonder about our Founding Fathers – Adams, Jefferson, Washington and their contemporaries.
What was going through their minds? Did they have even the spark of an idea of what their actions would mean to future generations? Did they pause and think about the import of their every decision, how we would eventually hang on their every word?
Several years ago, while working at a newspaper in northeast Iowa – one of the first newspapers I worked at – I wrote a column, similar to this one, positing those same Founding Fathers, spinning in their graves at what the country they planted the seed for had become.
The growth of intolerance, of open contempt for anyone who didn’t fit into someone’s little mold of “normal” has continued, even to this day. The ideal that anyone who disagrees with your position, your outlook, your beliefs, is inherently evil has gained an even firmer foothold in modern-day society.