Letting Go

My heart is breaking for the people and Christians that have fought, died, and stood behind their beliefs.

What are we doing? Where is America? She's hiding her face behind a mask of indecision and fear.

People are fighting amongst themselves. Neighbors and friends guilt-tripping, belittling or reporting on each other because they have different opinions. No more trust or liberty. No more loyalty and NO leadership.

I remember when men and women did not compromise on their beliefs, to appease the masses or their friends. I also remember when friends would not have asked someone to compromise on their beliefs, but no more.

It seems if you don't agree, you don't belong. If you choose to be an individual with liberty, you are an outcast. Our silent heroes sing a mournful tune in hopes that the nation will awake.

A Man's Story of Letting Go

"Where is my family?"

"I'm sorry, sir, but your family is not allowed in the hospital."

"Then, I'm going home."

"That's crazy talk."

The man began unhooking his machines.

"You can't do that. Your body needs those machines to heal."

"Then let my family come."

"Due to COVID-19, that's not possible."

The man started ripping out his iv's before the nurses could stop him. "I am not the property of the state or this hospital." He stated as he continued to take out every needle. His body was weak, but his heart was strong. 

The nurses paged for the doctor.

"This man says he's leaving." One of the nurses stated upon the doctor's arrival.

"Now, settle down, sir. Let's get you back to bed and hook these machines back up." The Doc said.

"Not unless you send for my family."

The doctor tried to use force after seeing that reasoning with the patient wasn't working. The man, however, grabbed one of the needles and carried it with him, swiping it at whoever came close. He also grabbed the metal bedpan to use as a weapon.

Making it to the elevator, he took it down to the first floor where he saw the exit sign. The nurses and doctor were yelling at him to stop as he stepped outside. 

"You will die in a matter of a few hours if you leave this hospital."

The man slowly turned to full height and looked at each staff member. "I buried my wife last week because her cancer treatments stopped. If I die today, then it will be with the people I love, instead of cowering in an empty, cold hospital room."

"You don't have permission, and I refuse to release you." The doctor stated.

"You didn't give Jesus permission to be crucified, but he was. You didn't tell the soldiers to fight, but they did. I'm not asking for your permission now, either. After all, we are 'one nation under God, indivisible, with Liberty.' The most important thing God ever gave me was salvation and time; Time I'm going to spend in the loving arms of my family." 

The man turned without another word and started down the road toward home.

 Uniforms come in many colors, and for this man, his uniform was a full-length gown with the back only held together by a couple of ties. The armor he wore was a different story; solid, unshakable, giving him an unmatched strength—the kind our country needs back. 

You may be one, but you are one. You may be weak, but God is strong. God gave us the freedom in the very beginning when he told Lucifer he could not control us, and I figure if God granted us liberty then, and our constitution and silent soldiers have upheld it, then maybe we as a nation should put on the armor of God and fight back.

Give me faith like Daniel in the lion's den, give me hope like Moses in the wilderness, give me a heart like David, Lord be my defense, so I can face my giants with confidence. -Sanctus Real

My flesh may fail, but my God, you never will.

Silent no more- Heather Earles