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Sunday, July 6, 2008

long may it wave

Blest with victory and peace, may the heav'n rescued land
Praise the power that has made and preserved us a nation.

What lovely words. I enjoy singing them.

This morning I was listening to the end of the Motab broadcast, and they did a rocking job on "Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing," a song which took me years to hear without crying. When I was in the Mormon Youth Chorus we sang it with the full orchestra one Sunday, and I couldn't get through it. It gets so huge at the end, and it is such an American hymn--Mack Wilberg's arrangement of it, especially. It's so powerful. When I was making John rewatch the end of the broadcast with me I said, "Who says Americans don't have a culture?" You can hear it in our music. We may be brash, bombastic and overbearing, but we can also be generous, noble and courageous. What a blessing it is to live in this heaven-rescued land.

2 comments:

Bamamoma said...

Well said. We didn't know you were in Mormon Youth. When? I suppose long after Phil left (since you are a mere babe and we are old as the hills). Thanks for the nice thoughts.

All8 said...

I completely agree! Loud and brash but generous to the core.

Some of the European companions that Ambrose had on his mission commented on how we Americans believe that we can do anything, such as blow up an errant asteroid, and the rest of the world would just prepare for the inevitable death. They weren't particularly complementary but the American companions were like "Heck Yeah!" Funny how we're all the same and yet so affected by our environment.