The closing song at Mass today was "America the Beautiful" and I couldn't sing it. I just couldn't. Every time I tried to join in the tear ducts filled instantly, and the music died in my throat. It wasn't just, or even mainly, the horror of the day ten years ago. It was what has happened since then. The blessings called for in the song just aren't happening. It's not a lack of grace, I believe. It's a lack of response to grace. The country I love is rapidly disintegrating. No one is thinking or working for the good of their country; it's all me-me-me.
Crown thy good with brotherhood? Only if they look and think exactly like me.
Confirm thy soul in self-control/Thy liberty in law? Nope. Self-control is for others, and I'll decide what laws I'll obey.
May God thy gold refine? The gold has become the god.
Till selfish gain no longer stain/The banner of the free? Not even close. Selfish gain is not only tolerated, it is glorified.
The alabaster cities are no longer in sight. This human's tears have dimmed them completely.