What the 4th of July means to me

Seldom do people stop to think about what truly went into making this nation what it is today. We have almost made the Founding Fathers mythical figures and made it to where there was no doubt that they would win. But this isn't the case. They were simply men doing what they thought was right. They knew that what they were doing could cost them and their families their lives if they were caught. They stood to lose everything but gain even more.

To me the 4th of July isn't about fire works or partying. To me it is about remembering the men who stood up to a government and said no more. Who left their homes, their wives, their children and took up arms against a superior army knowing the odds of winning but doing it anyway. Remembering the woman and children who waited for word of their loved ones, the people who watched as everything they ever had was put to the torch.

July 4th to me is a sacred day. A day that celebrates the sacrifice of a people who wanted to make a better world for their prosperity. Average men did something great. And always their eyes were on God. Even in the Declaration of Independence they called on the power of their God. Through these men he wrought a great work.

That's what July 4th means to me.