This blog is a touch longer than I usually write so apologies in advance.
There is a slogan that has been around for many years. You see it printed on shirts, hats, bumper stickers, and signs:
“Stand for the Flag and Kneel for the Cross.”
Pretty straightforward, right? To me, it certainly is.
I am old school when it comes to my love and pride for America. I served in the United States Navy for five years right out of high school. I was fortunate that I was never placed in harm’s way. My entire five years of service were spent on U.S. soil, so I would never compare my service to the sacrifice of those who faced an enemy on a battlefield.
But serving gave me a deep appreciation for this country, its flag, and those who sacrificed everything to defend what that flag represents.
I am the guy who stands for the American flag. I am the guy who places his hand over his heart when the National Anthem is played. And I am also the guy who is willing to humble himself and kneel before the Cross.
Somewhere along the way, however, something seems to have changed. There are those today who choose to kneel for the flag and the National Anthem while having little interest in humbling themselves before the Cross. I am not exactly sure when that shift happened, but I know this: it saddens me.
America is not a perfect country. It never has been, and it never will be. We have made mistakes, endured divisions, and faced dark chapters in our history. But America is also a country where people have the freedom to speak their minds, worship—or not worship—as they choose, protest their government, criticize their leaders, and even condemn the country itself without fear of being imprisoned simply for expressing those beliefs.
That freedom was not free.
It was purchased at an almost unimaginable price.
Hundreds of thousands of young American men and women have died on battlefields around the world defending the freedoms we enjoy today. Many of them never came home. They never married the person they loved. They never raised their children, built their careers, watched their grandchildren grow up, or enjoyed the long life that so many of us take for granted.
They gave up their tomorrows so that we could have ours.
That is something worth remembering.
I told my Sunday School class a few weeks ago that the first time I walked into Arlington National Cemetery was one of the most profound experiences of my life.
Arlington National Cemetery is difficult to describe until you have stood there and looked across those seemingly endless rows of white headstones. More than 400,000 people are buried there. But even that number is difficult for the human mind to comprehend.
Think about 400,000 graves this way.
Imagine placing a cross beside a highway every 20 feet—one after another after another—representing 400,000 lives. That line would stretch for more than 1,500 miles. Driving 70 miles per hour without stopping, it would take roughly 22 hours to reach the final cross.
For 22 straight hours, you would pass cross after cross after cross.
And behind every one would be a name. A life. A family. A story. A sacrifice. That my dear friends is the price of freedom.
So when the National Anthem begins to play at a ballpark, a ceremony, or anywhere else, something still happens to me. Even after all these years, my eyes sting just a little.
I think about that flag. I think about my five years wearing the uniform of the United States Navy. I think about Arlington. And most importantly, I think about those who wore that uniform and never came home.
People are free to make their own choices about what they do when that flag is raised. That freedom itself is part of what America represents.
But I can promise you what I will do.
When the Stars and Stripes are raised and The Star-Spangled Banner begins to play, regardless of what anyone else around me chooses to do, I will be the guy standing—with my hand over my heart and a little tear in my eye.
And when I stand before the Cross, I will gladly kneel.
Stand for the Flag.
Kneel for the Cross.
Never forget the sacrifice behind either one. KT