Perhaps there are others that think as I do or perhaps I stand alone. When I think of what makes America great it is not about congress or the president I think on, though I hold our constitution and flag as the greatest in the world. It is not our tax system, though I think taxes is essential they will always be a unfair burden on some. It's not our legal system or our prisons or enforcement agencies though I sadly know we need them, I so wish we did not.
No when I think of a nation I love and define as great it is not our economy that jumps out as I have seen up and downs my whole life. It's not our hospitals as they are as necessary as rain for sickness needs to find healing and help and compassion. It's not our factories or the various stores and warehouses though I am glad for their prosperity.
Ah surely it must be but isn't our monuments, though they are a sight to behold. It is not highways, bridges or means of transportation. It's not our water and sewer and power grids that lure my mind. It is not our clothes or makeup or jewelry. It is not our armies, or space programs, parks or river ways.
Ah so what it is it? It is the sun shining or the moon glowing or rain flowing down each day on people. People of many colors, I used to wonder as a boy, why such a big deal was made over young Joseph and his coat of many colors. Yet when I look at the people of our nation, they are our coat, and bring beauty to Gods canvas.
It is when I see these people of different faiths or none, live together, work together, play together and grow together that makes my heart leap with pride. When I see a young child and father perhaps dark and a mother white and yet they smile is as radiant as the sun as they hold the baby they have created. When a Indian and white or black and black or white and white, where Italian and perhaps Mexican are any hundreds of combinations all smile as one looking at the fruit of their loins. Creating a coat of many colors.
When I see people work, play and live side by side, shop together, sit in a restaurant are at a park table and eat together. Some of Christianity others perhaps Jewish, others Muslim others Hindo or buddhist or atheist and none turns to the other and demands the knowing. No they are just people that laugh, cry, watch kids play, make money and spend money, give and receive, this is the joy of America.
When I stop at a park and I watch kids only moments before strangers, laugh and play and find common ground, my heart smiles and so does my face. As families face hardships standing around a hospital bed or they face joy at a reunion, as they reach a hand out and share bread, this is my country.
A land where people drop coins in a bell ringers pot, hands a beggar a few coins, gives to causes like animal shelters, gives the goods they no longer want to others. Where a hospitals like shriners and St Jude's can save life's not by the bills they charge but because of the generosity of people giving to people. This is my country!
A place where thousands fill a stadium not to watch people slaughtered by lions, but to watch two teams fight it out to seek victory over tossing a ball, swinging at a ball, knock a disk across the ice. The crowd shouts, hot dogs and pop corn shared, faces of all ages and all colors and they smile, weep, laugh and enjoy, this is our coat of many colors and my great country.
I was so fortunate to be born here, to be able to call it mine, with its ups and downs and lessons learned and lessons forgotten and lessons yet to learn. My heart swells with pride to see others seek to want to be a part of my American family. Where people unite even with and through all its division and diversity to make a nation, a coat of many colors. When they are happy to just be a hidden thread in the fabric.
And when we lift our voice as one, this land is your land this land is my land. When we hear the words, Oh, beautiful for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain! America! America! God shed his grace on thee, And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea.
This is my home, my coat of many colors and with pride I wish to welcome others to be apart of this amazing land. We may be as the beauty of the woods with trees of all kinds but who can ignore the glory of the fall and the beauty of the changing leaves. So it tis with my nation, my home, and may I never fail to entertain strangers and welcome to bread at my table or drink from my well, may I ask with pride join us and be a part of all I hold so dear, share with me my passions and uphold our laws, and let's play and work and shop and eat as one. A coat of many colors.