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Lessons from a Great Vacation (Pt. 2): July 4th in Yosemite

My most precious memories of July 4th come from the years 1971 to 1978 when I lived in Adelaide, South Australia. During those years I would grow to embrace my identity as a citizen of a magnificently great nation.

But remember those years. I remember viewing from across the ocean Nixon, Watergate and the end of the Viet Nam war. Importantly, I viewed those events both as citizen and foreigner.

As a citizen, though just a teenage boy, I was pained by the obvious trauma and scandal my country was experiencing.  I saw my President burned in effigy. I was, once, beaten up by a gang primarily because I was citizen of the United States.

Yet, despite being young, I understood there was something special about a nation that waged its great policy battles in public and not behind closed doors. From the Australian perspective I was, as an American, proud my system worked. I was proud my country could remove a corrupt leader and transfer power peacefully, without the bloodshed of revolution.

Further, regarding Viet Nam, I was proud my country lived up to its highest ideals. When the time came, we left. As dreadful and painful as Viet Nam was after so much blood and treasure, we left. We proved ourselves, as a nation and as a world power, to be disinterested in territorial conquest. We really were different.

As I grew older, returning the United States, I came realize my understanding of patriotism had been shaped during those years. My patriotism was not, "My country: love it or leave it."

I believed in the patriotism of "My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died. Land of the pilgrims' pride. From every mountain side, let freedom ring."

I believed in the patriotism of "America! America! God mend thine every flaw. Confirm thy soul in self control; thy liberty in law."

G. K. Chesterton makes this observation about patriotism:  " 'My country, right or wrong,' is a thing that no patriot would think of saying except in a desperate case. It is like saying, 'My mother, drunk or sober.' "

A citizen should love his or her country. But patriotism requires energies devoted to the highest good of the country. At times patriotism requires facing hard truths and making difficult choices. Patriotism ought to validate our highest ideals of what it means to be a citizen. Patriotism ought to elevate us, drawing out from within us what is best about us.

I am not comfortable with what some might think is "patriotism" when it silences dissent and enforces conformity. Don't have any time for the version of patriotism that demands rights for "me and mine" while withholding those same rights from "you and yours." Reject totally the patriotism that allows (encourages?) me to believe "I am superior and you, if you're not a citizen, are inferior to me." None of the above is patriotism. It is ignorance and folly and danger.

I am not comfortable with what I perceive to be gaudy July 4th celebrations. Don't have a lot of time for amped, ear-bleeding concerts, large inebriated crowds lubricated by freely flowing beer being sloshed on clothes made out of U. S. flags. I know it's probably 'just me' but I find nothing patriotic about excess, conspicuous consumption and public drunkenness. 

Perhaps that's why July 4th in Yosemite was such a special experience. The Park Rangers in Wawona arranged a memorable celebration. We gathered by historic old buildings to sing a few songs. They organized old fashioned games that fit the place and time: three-legged races, sack races and an egg-toss. The day finished with a well attended Barn Dance. There were no fireworks and I did not miss them.

A lump came to my throat as we began singing the patriotic songs. I didn't know these people. Like us, they were travelers from all parts of the nation. Yet at that moment we were all proud and glad citizens united by common songs and a sharing national story. I loved it.

Allow me to make a Christian application. As much as I value my citizenship in these United States even more do I treasure my citizenship in God's Kingdom. For my part, I hope the country of my birth will continue to endure for many generations.

Yet when compared to the longevity of the nations through history we are still a young country. Nations do rise and fall. We ought not be troubled to entertain the idea if the Lord tarries for another 20 centuries our country may not survive the time. 

This is why as much as I'm glad to place hand upon breast to sing 'The Star Spangled Banner,' or pay my deep and silent respect at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, nevertheless because of Christ my true citizenship is in heaven ... "and I await a Savior from there."

Finally, one this life's greatest joys is the gathered worship of God's people. Placed together as a church under God's Sovereign hand, coming from all places and all walks of life, there is something wondrous about worship. During those moments we are united in common identity, sharing our common story and singing our common songs. 

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Lessons from a Great Vacation (Pt. 1)

Yosemite was a "bucket list" vacation for us. When the children were younger we made a point of taking in National and State Parks. We made it as far west as Yellowstone. Everybody got older and circumstances changed. But Yosemite was always a, "if we ever get the opportunity ... if we can ever find a way ... we're going to do this" kind of dream.

This past year the dream became a reality. 

We are not old people. But we are most definitely not young. We are 56. (Okay, I am 56 and Polly will catch me this month.) Maybe we are young-ish? Youthful without being weird about it? Regardless, we both wanted our Yosemite adventure to be vigorous and physical. We wanted to hike and see the sights. Yet both of us wanted to sleep in a comfortable bed each night after a nice meal and good shower. We were not going to be wilderness camping.

We planned our trip for 10 months. Polly researched the hikes we could reasonably expect to knock out in six to eight (or 9?) hours. Where were the trail heads? The parking? The difficulty level? We invested in a kind of baseline level of hiking gear: good shoes, water packs, poles, that kind of thing. Polly learned how to make some really spectacular granola (!) we could use for energy on the trail.

And we walked. 

We both committed to building up stamina prior to the trip. The Yosemite Valley floor is 4000 feet in altitude, meaning, that's the low part. Every hike off the Valley floor would take us higher. Most of the hikes we intended to take involved the 5,000 to 10,000 feet range of altitude. Just for perspective, the highest point in Monroe County is the Hopper Hills-Middle Summit in the lovely town of Mendon. This peak touches the sky at 1020 feet. We felt we needed to prepare.

So we walked and we walked and we walked and we walked. And then, after we were through walking ... we walked. It was good for us. After awhile we liked walking. 

Research about vacations yields interesting insights. Actually planning a vacation, according to those who try to measure these things, can give rise to as much happiness as the trip itself. Further, those who eagerly anticipate the trip and prepare for it are more likely to enjoy the trip once there. 

Let me zero in on a Christian-life application. 

Heaven is not going to be the ultimate bucket list vacation. (Although, after walking through miles and miles of it, I will not be at all surprised if heaven looks a lot like Yosemite!) But beholding the glory of God face to face, worshipping the Lion of the Tribe of the Judah, being embraced in the great hosts of heaven: this is certainly the ultimate destination! 

How much am I preparing for it ... now? How much am I anticipating God now? How much am worshipping the Lamb now? Is not daily discipleship a way to build stamina for the eternity to come? 

I fear at times we think of heaven as some kind of schmaltzy-gooey, soft-lens family reunion where the glory of God and the worship of Jesus is an after-thought: "Oh yeah, we'll check that out, too."

We delighted in our Yosemite vacation for many good reasons. We anticipated. We prepared. Our delight began before our arrival. So it will be, at least in part, with our experience of heaven.

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