If you’ve held a conversation with me for more than 43 seconds it’s likely you’ve heard me talk about how much I love the city of Boston.
Singing Sweet Caroline at Sox games
4th of July
4th of July with Neil Diamond
I could go on forever… feel free catch up on some of my previous posts that are dedicated to my city:
Visito[u]r Guide: Boston, MA
Burb Dwellers vs. City Slickers – My soap box about people thinking Boston is a rude city
Top Ten Moments in the History of (my Experience with) Boston Sports! (aka the time I Arsenio Hall’d Ray Allen)
The Month That Was – aka the best month of my LIIIIIIFE
Definitely can’t forget about the available bachelors!! (LOVE YOU WOLFIE!) An Opportunity to Date Boston’s Most Eligible Bachelor
And even finding a portrait of grace via the MBTA… Grace: As Learned from the Boston Metro
I’m telling you… I love this city.
Patriots Day is tied for first on my Favorite Day in Boston List… St. Paddy’s Day, 4th of July are tough to pass up (honorable mention to Opening Day at Fenway and the Santa Speedo Run). Who would have thought, right?? Patriots Day???
Last Patriots Day I somehow managed to guilt three of my friends into leaving my apartment at 4:45a to watch the Battle of Lexington and Concord reenactment on the Lexington Green… WHERE THE ACTUAL BATTLE TOOK PLACE!!!
They love me, I swear…
The Battle of Lexington and Concord was one of the first battles fought of the Revolutionary War and the Patriots were the guys that fought it. Who were the Patriots? Nobodys. Just a few rough and tough guys that believed in their cause, that believed in freedom, that did not back down and that stood their ground for something that was right.
Anyone that has sat with me at a sporting event has seen me get teary eyed when the National Anthem is sung (because it happens EVERY TIME), and anyone that has watched 4th of July fireworks with me has witnessed the same teary eyed Sarah… America, the freedoms we have, and the people that defend our freedoms get me emotional. Sue me.
The battle reenactment on Patriots Day was no exception. I got a liiiiiiiiiittle emotional and have been intending to write this post ever since.
I was standing at the edge of the Lexington Green at 5:00a waiting for the reenactment. I was trying to contain my excitement as I stood amidst the 200 year old houses surrounding the green that were there when the battle took place and it could just not be done.
Silence came over the crowd as we heard the British Troops marching through Lexington. Men wearing scrappy colonial clothes started running out of houses armed with one shot rifles and stood in the middle of the green…. And we were standing right there watching! The British soldiers marched perfectly in sync to the drummer’s beat and approached the green in their perfectly matched, prestine uniforms. Our ‘troops’ gathered themselves together in the middle of the green, forming a single line the length of the green to express to the British soldiers that they were not welcome… this was going to be AMERICA.
As the British soldiers approached the scraggly Patriot soldiers some of the Patriots fled… after all, death was imminent. The British soldiers were now just a few yards away and the remaining men stood their ground, trembling in fear. Rather than shooting the ten or so Patriots blocking their path, the Bristh leader called his troops to stopped marching, stopping within five feet of the faces of the Patriots. The leader of the British troops yelled at the Patriots to move. The Patriots stood their ground.
The British soldier yelled two then three more times. More men fled from the danger of the line into the surrounding woods. No one knows who fired the first shot, but it appeared to come from one of the houses and thus the battle began, killing most of the Patriots. The British soldiers continued marching and would later make it to the North Bridge in Concord where “the shot heard ‘round the world” was fired.
There were so many thoughts going through my head at this reenactment that brought me to tears… as I saw the Patriots standing in the line, trembling as the uniformed British soldiers approached, I thought of my friends and [some former] loved ones that are currently serving our country. I thought of my father and grandfather who served as Marines. I prayed a prayer of gratitude for the people that have believed so much in freedom that they have fought to protect it. It led me to ask myself… what do I believe in so much that I would stand in the face of the enemy and be willing to sacrifice my life for?
As a Christian, the obvious answer should be Christ. Which led me to ask… am I really willing to sacrifice my life for Christ? Would I die, or even face danger for that matter, for the cause of Christ? Ok forget death and danger… would I even be willing to give up my earthly pleasures for the sake of Christ, because often times I don’t. Do I truly understand the statement I so frequently hear, “Christ died for me?” Wow. Christ died for me. These soldiers died for me. These soldiers died for the cause of freedom, so that we could speak and worship and play and educate and live in a world that is free. Christ is the true source of freedom and the true source of peace and He endured the wrath of God and died to give it to us. Saying ‘I was moved’ is quite the understatement… I was completely awestruck.
Yesterday I brought myself back to that moment when I was standing on the Lexington Green and I attempted to sort through my thoughts after the explosions. I could do nothing but sit at my desk with my head in my hands and cry. The Boston Marathon has, for the past four years, been my little glimpse of heaven (as I have so proudly expressed) and was shattered by Evil. By hatred. By selfishness. I was brutally reminded that we live in the world and that Satan’s presence exists. I had to stomach people around me saying things like “the media is making a bigger deal of this than it really is… just two people died.” Just. I’m beginning to hate that word. Say that to the mother of the eight year old boy. Say that to his second grade classmates and explain to them why there is an empty desk in their classroom. Say that to the families impacted by the shooting in Newtown, Connecticut… after all, it was “just” one classroom. Ugh. I wanted to vomit.
The only thing we can do is remember the pain of this sorrow and move forward. How do we move forward? In my attempt to stand for what is right, I have to express that we move forward when we pursue Christ. We pursue and fight for what is right. We love those that don’t love us back. We reset our hearts and minds to the things not of this world, where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal. We set our hearts on things above and eagerly await His kingdom come. We open our eyes and accept that God is a God that loves us and by knowing His love we will better learn to love each other and by loving each other, we change the world. We have faith that the darkness has been overcome.
To the people in my favorite city and the place my heart calls home – I love you and pray blessings and peace in this time of sorrow. Let us be reminded of the love that has been shown to us by our Creator and let us spread His love to the people of this world.
Love that dirty water…
Boston you’re my home