Land of the Free?

The remembrance of 9/11 was exactly five days ago, marking 11 years since the catastrophe that paralyzed all of America...and the world.
The bombing of the World Trade Center, and of the Pentagon by Muslim martyrs.  Thousands were murdered, millions were left in questioning of their future, the world was left with one question: why?
"God bless America, the land of the free, and the home of the brave".  When the Declaration of Independence was signed two hundred and thirty-seven years ago, our America was founded on God Almighty, not Allah, not Budah, not anyone else.  We can say we are the land of the free because God gives freedom through His Son on the cross, Jesus Christ!!  He gives refuge to those that seek Him when He may be found.  He will not "leave you, nor forsake you".  We still live in the land of the free, the home of heroes, of leaders, of brave, regular people like you and I that instead of running away from the destruction, they ran toward it, because they KNEW that they were needed most where the chaos, trauma, death and horror was happening.  They didn't bend to injustice, but stood for liberty and freedom!
We still have heroes like that today!  Our firemen, policemen, regular people like us, gave they're lives at 9/11!  The brave heroes aren't gone...you see them when they're needed most.  They haven't disappeared.

My mom was telling me a story of this plane.  Just a normal, regular flight, with normal, regular people.
But suddenly, the realization hit them...the plane was being turned around.
All around, mothers and fathers, aunts and uncles, people and children, listened to their cell phones, hearing about the bombing of the World Trade Center.  Hearts skipped beats and sorrow beckoned.  Then it became clear.  Muslims had taken over the plane...they were going to crash into the White House!  Either way, they all knew they were going to die.  Fathers called home, "I love you."  Were the last words of so many lives.  Then, a man that was perhaps the bravest of them all, he called a friend, and told her to tell his wife that he loved her...but he knew what he had to do.  What they had to do.  They had to stop the Muslim Terrorists from destroying the House that had taken hold on all American hearts over the centuries...it was America's heart, her soul.  The White House.

His words came:  "Let's roll."  And everyone knew what he meant.

Fathers, mothers, sisters and brothers, crowded into the pilot chamber and stopped the terrorists.  But weeping sounded.  The plane hurtled into a field in Pennsylvania, probably the bravest heroes that day, died.

But they saved the White House!  America could not be destroyed.  Her people are willing to die for her....are you?

America is being oppressed right now...whether you want to believe it or not, the reality cannot be hidden.  Will you stand for the God that breathed into America and began her first heartbeat,
or will you shun your eyes and leave her alone?

By God's grace, let us stand for the freedom in which blood is the price.