Friends,

I love my country: my heart grips me when I salute her flag and say the Pledge of Allegiance and I have to fight myself not to weep when I sing the National Anthem.

I grew up in the shadow of a Veteran’s Hospital. My whole life was whacked by a father who probably had PTSS from being a teenager in Europe in WWII. My mother, father, and all my uncles were veterans.

It so saddens me that we have greater friends in other countries who appreciate this nation much more dearly, than our own government, educational system, media, and many of our thankless, lazy, citizens who enjoy the freedoms so dearly paid for by millions.

I never pass a man or woman in uniform without thanking them. I never pass a broken body or life that I know was sacrificed for me on an altar of war, without expressing appreciation.

It saddens me that we have greater friends in Australia than our own Whitehouse and Congress.

God deliver this nation from those who hate her, within and without, in Jesus Name.

If you find these offensive, I will gladly remove your name from my mail list. Some are coarse, but they get the message across.

Last year I had a conversation with a young European intellectual, a brilliant young man who has been swilled with all of the anti-American propaganda so prevalent in enlightened globalist academia. I disagreed with him and told him what sacrifices my own family had paid for the freedom of Europe.

His sardonic response was, “That was a long time ago.”

My reply to him was simple,

“Europe needed our money and blood to be rescued from the Nazis. Thanks to people like you both in our country and without, we probably won’t be able or willing to rescue you from the Moslems. I hope you enjoy your intellectual superiority then.”

I know that sounds hard for a preacher to say because I love all people, but this is my own, my native land. I am ashamed of what my government has done to my nation, but I am not ashamed of the United States of America.

There are hard times ahead, and those who think they will destroy us, but I will share two visions I had, one several years ago and the other year before last.

The first was while I was driving back from Alabama, and I had a vision of the Preamble of the Constitution of the United States. I saw a blood-stained hand stab through the “We the People….” With a dagger with “TYRANNY” written across the handle and blade.

Year before last, I saw a large company of people moving from the North and trampling the American flag into the dirt. I was looking down at this from a high place. I heard them boasting and laughing that they had destroyed America. Then I saw the trampled flag go into the ground like a seed, and from my bird’s eye view, I saw the entire continental United States literally take on the Stars and Stripes, and the flag covered the whole nation from North to South and from coast to coast. It was like I was looking at the country from outer space and saw the flag melted, branded, , emblazoned into the earth. The Lord then spoke to me and said,

I have forever identified the land of America with the flag of the United States of America—it is a permanent identification that I have given. What ever man does to destroy this nation, her identity with truth and freedom will never be removed, and I will cause her to literally rise up from the earth on which she is planted.

And by the way, there are only two who laid down their lives for the whole world:

The Lord Jesus Christ First, Foremost, and Forever Supreme

The American Soldier

Vaughn Clark www.vaughnclark.com
P.O. Box 16217
Dublin, GA 31040