Yesterday when I was thinking about putting out my American flag today, all unbidden, a song from years ago in Sunday School popped into my head. I found myself singing
Love is the flag flown high from the castle of my heart,
From the castle of my heart, from the castle of my heart,
Love is the flag flown high from the castle of my heart
For the King is in residence there
So let it fly, in the sky so the whole world knows,
So the whole world knows, so the whole world knows,
So let it fly in the sky, so the whole world knows
That the King is in residence there.
I haven’t sung or heard that song in more years than I want to contemplate. But the memory of it makes me wonder … just what kind of flag am I flying in my heart now? Does it tell others that The King is in residence? Is it tattered by worries and cares or does it fly bravely in the face of problems? What message am I sending to the world by the way I live and the flag I fly from my heart?
I like to fly the American flag from my porch on patriotic holidays to let the world know, in the words of another song:
I’m proud to be an American where at least I know I’m free,
And I won’t forget the ones who died who gave that right to me,
So I’ll gladly stand up, next to you, and defend her still today
Cause there ain’t no doubt I love this land
God bless the U.S.A.
Are you flying a flag today … from your porch or your heart?
