shaded by grace and hope

02 August, 2012

Crazy Little Thing Called Patriotism

I asked my friends last night what patriotism is. I still don't quite get it. And I am far from feeling patriotic myself. I don't know how to have pride in a country whose values and choices I disagree with.

 Is citizenship like a relationship where you choose to overlook the flaws and love nonetheless?

The only citizenship I am truly proud to have is that to the Kingdom of God. And it isn't even one that I received from taking a test or having a birthright, it was all because of Jesus on the cross--awesome!

This is not to say that I don't appreciate living in the United States. Most definitely not what I am saying. In fact, I even keep a list of the great things about living in the United States (like how there are free drinking fountains, libraries, and that I can write something like this, to name a few).

Maybe this whole patriotism thing will come later. Or maybe not. For the time being, I get to enjoy the Olympics by celebrating whenever anybody does well and being bummed whenever someone fails--irregardless of nationality or citizenship.