The Divine Dream
Being American has never been about ancestry or tradition. Never been about trudging forwards and expecting God to hand you a place in Heaven. It’s about a Dream. The Dream. The same Dream that echoes across millennia. The Dream that we will exceed our parents, and that our children will exceed us in turn. The Dream of Rome. The American Dream. The Divine Dream.
This Dream catapulted Rome to such heights its descendants could not believe its wonders had been built by human hands. It created such an abundance of moral and spiritual riches that it dragged up the rest of the known world. It created time to think, room to improve, and opportunity for Christ to share divine truths. The Dream created a civilization so preeminent that its fruits echo across the ages.
However, it was not to last. Rome’s leaders became complacent in their endless wealth. Corrupt, decadent, immoral. They forgot the Dream. They abused their power to crush the Dream out of their people. It took those that came after centuries to squander the fruits of the Dream, but there is no bounty so great it cannot be wasted through selfishness and shortsightedness. Rome fell, and the Dream was confined to text. Read but not felt. Not embraced. Not lived.
Later generations looked back on Rome with wonder because they could not understand it. They saw it as mere proof of mortal failings. They believed the best they could do was emulate their parents. Make cheap copies of themselves as civilization declined into darkness. This moral failing held sway for many long centuries until those precious few who believed they could do better, did. They experimented, explored, and discovered. They found a new world for those bold enough to claim it. America.
The Dream was reborn.
Those who wanted to do better, wanted to build a better life for themselves, wanted their children to exceed them, could. They could live the Dream. They could build a better life, a better society, a better world. Their children could outdo them, materially, morally, and spiritually. Generation after generation, the Dream continued. Everyday Americans became rich beyond imagining. Moral failings like slavery were overcome. Religion was free to flourish. The Dream had returned. The American Dream. The Divine Dream.
However, no dream can ever have perfect sway on this imperfect Earth. Like the Romans before us, our leaders have forgotten the Dream. They despise true progress. They have even subverted the very word into an excuse for their corruption. They call their war against the Dream “progressive”, but we who still hold the Dream in our hearts can see the opposite is true. They suffer from the same selfishness and shortsightedness as the corrupt Roman leaders before them, but God sent us a shield against their evil.
The Founding Fathers.
In our humility, we mistook God’s prophets for mere wise men. We mistook the fruits of their divine inspiration for mere politics, unaware that the Constitution could only be written after they began praying every morning. Through these messengers, God sent us the Truth needed to protect His Divine Dream. The Truth that we need not submit to decay. We can work to keep the Dream alive. The Truth that we need not fall into decadence. We can fight for Virtue. The Truth that we need not surrender to the immoral. We can stand for righteousness.
We can Dream God’s Divine Dream.