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The Flag on My Desk 0G2/D725@7A6/E8=<3A
COUPLE months ago, I opened an unexpected package from a parishioner serving now in the Persian Gulf. It was an American f lag, folded neatly, an expression of her gratitude. The certificate said sheâ€™d f lown it in a combat mission over Iraq on Christmas Day, 2009. Before shipping out, sheâ€™d attended church services here in Santa Cruz for a year and a half. Most Sundays, she and a friend slipped out of Monterey, where they were studying at the Defense Language Institute, rode up the coast and joined us for worship. They were quiet, both of them, but always grateful, intensely grateful. I remember, especially, their smiling widely as they received the bread and cup at communion each week. Like it mattered. A lot. Tucked in the same package was a letter. She reminded me that sheâ€™d found our church during a difficult time, a tense time. â€œYou have no idea how much it meant for me to have some place to go to escape the stresses of the military,â€? she wrote. â€œWith policies like â€˜Donâ€™t Ask, Donâ€™t Tellâ€™ in place that donâ€™t allow gays to serve openly, getting through my year and a half tour down there was emotionally difficult.â€? We were her sanctuary, her oasis, and she had taken these gifts to heart. Now sheâ€™s f lying reconnaissance f lights over Iraq. And Iâ€™m looking at a folded f lag sitting f lat on my desk. I confess to a certain ambivalence when it comes to the American f lag. Having come of age during the ReaganNorth-Cheney-Bush years, Iâ€™m deeply skeptical of those whoâ€™ve wrapped misguided, bloody policies in the red, white and blue and then called them holy. If the first Gulf War was wrong, the secondâ€™s been disastrous in almost every way. Just the same, her f lag touched some part of me that aches for patriotism, that wants desperately to love my country. â€œIf the thought of the war is too much,â€? she wrote, â€œdonâ€™t think of this f lag as supporting bad things. This f lag, in my opinion, is for all of us who have greater dreams, better dreams for our nation and a better future forward.â€? I get it now. If we are to be a nation, if we are to fulfill any kind of destiny, we need this f lag to mean something. It has to mean something like weâ€™re only as resilient as the most vulnerable among us. Something like weâ€™re only as strong as our capacity to love and make sacrifices for one another. We need this f lag to mean something more than a Blackberry in every hand and a f lat screen in every living room. Another aviator, the great French writer Antoine de Saint-Exupery, once wrote that â€œLove does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking together in the same direction.â€? Iâ€™m not saying thatâ€™s easy. Looking together in the same direction requires patience, grace, commitment, tenacity, love. But nothing else will do. Nothing else gets us moving toward meaningful health care reform or effective action on global warming. Nothing else fixes our broken school systems or our corporate-sponsored election cycles. Maybe itâ€™s time to turn off all those pundits making millions on our misery. Maybe itâ€™s time to turn to the f lag again. Maybe itâ€™s time for all of usâ€”gay, straight, black, white, Anglo, Latino, theist, atheistâ€”to look together in the same direction. Toward the future of America. But itâ€™s going to take a lot of love. The greater dreams always do.
DAVID GRISHAW-JONES is Senior Minister of the First Congregational Church, United Church of Christ, in Santa Cruz.
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Published on Apr 15, 2010