Today, it might seem odd to you that I am sharing a love letter from the past. But here is a letter from John Adams to Abigail Adams, the love of his life. In it he also declares his love for God and country.
The second day of July, 1776, will be the most memorable epocha in the history of America. I am apt to believe it will be celebrated by succeeding generations as the great anniversary festival. It ought to be commemorated as the day of deliverance, by solemn acts of devotion to God Almighty. It ought to be solemnized with pomp and parade, with shows, games, sports, guns, bells, bonfires, and illuminations, from one end of this continent to the other, from this time forward forevermore.You will think me transported with enthusiasm, but I am not. I am well aware of the toil and blood and treasure that it will cost us to maintain this Declaration and support and defend these states. Yet, through all the gloom, I can see the rays of ravishing light and glory. I can see that the end is more than worth all the means. And that posterity will triumph in that day’s transaction, even although we should rue it, which I trust in God we shall not…It may be the will of Heaven that America will suffer calamities still more wasting, and distress yet more dreadful. If this is to be the case, it will have this good effect at least. It will inspire us with many virtues which we have not, and correct many errors, follies and vices which threaten to disturb, dishonor and destroy us. The furnace of affliction produces refinement, in States as well as individuals...But I must submit all my hopes and fears to an overruling Providence, in which, unfashionable as the faith may be, I firmly believe.
It took 2 days longer than he anticipated to sign the Declaration of Independence.
Today, while we are celebrating the Fourth of July, I pray that we all will remember our founding fathers. They, one and all, risked their lives for a vision that was America. We need to teach our children, who these people were, why they did it, and what their dream was. Are we living up to their dream?
But I must submit all my hopes and fears to an overruling Providence, in which, unfashionable as the faith may be, I firmly believe.