After a couple of days in Williamsburg, we headed a few hours further north to our nation’s capital. We landed first in Gaithersburg, MD so we could attend Covenant Life Church. This was the former “mother church” of the ministry of the church I pastored in Greenville, SC. So much has changed in the past few years.
Covenant Life has a new pastor who is due to arrive soon. The church and the people have changed, or maybe I have changed quite a bit. It was good to be there. We met some nice folks and also got to chat with Mike Hawkins’ daughter and son-in-law. We ended up having a meal with them a few days later. That was really nice.
After the church meeting, we made our way to the heart of D.C. It was not that busy and the parking was free on Sunday. (I made sure by asking a police officer about the parking rules. They were kind.) We did a lot of walking. Took some pics in front of the White House, the Washington Monument, and then walked to the Lincoln Memorial. It was all fantastic.
The Washington Monument is the centerpiece where you can see in four directions, each direction revealing a landmark: the White House, the Capital Building, the Jefferson Memorial, and the Lincoln Memorial.
Walking to the Lincoln Memorial was a reminder of Forrest Gump and Martin Luther King’s speech, an interesting juxtaposition of memories.
There was something sobering and reflective about seeing all these places. I’m not sure what all that was about but it was surreal and reflective. Maybe it was the converging of reality about our freedom, current cultural strife, our slow progression into overt paganism, the fight for freedom, and the shrinking of our religious freedoms. My mind was flooded with all those thoughts.
It was also interesting to note the amount of disrespect the youngsters had around some of the monuments like the Vietnam Memorial. They were talkative, immature, joking around, and seemingly not sobered by what it all meant. At the Lincoln Memorial, there was a sign that read, “Quiet Please”.
Ironically, while touring the Freedom Tower in NYC and the two memorials placed where the Twin Towers were, the younger people were noticeably quieter. It was much different. I assumed it was because they either remembered that tragic day or they were one generation removed from that event.
It seemed as though WW1, WW2, the Korean War, and the Vietnam War were facts from the history books but not something that was connected to the young person’s life. Not so with the Towers. I suppose a few generations from now the kids running around the Freedom Tower will be similarly disrespectful.
It’s like us walking around a monument of an Indian or an Indian tragedy, not realizing the cost for the Indian. We’re disconnected from their story and don’t give enough thought or time to enter into it. I must say, it was disheartening to hear and see their disrespect. It was obvious to other people too.
I was talking to a guy from KY who was at the Korean War Monument, and he brought up the rudeness he was observing in the young people. This has more ramifications than I want to fully consider like these same youngsters will not care about my passion or reverence for Christ. It’s not their story or their cause, and when my time comes to be disrespected (persecuted), there will be no sympathy because the Christian country we used to be will be so far in the past that few people will consider it worth their time to care about.