We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain inalienable rights, that among these are Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
The Revolutionary War was never for independence at first. In the beginning, it was a war for equal treatment and representation. The colonies were forced into war, forced to proclaim independence from England when their demands would not be met.
The King of England did everything he could to prevent the State’s population. He obstructed the administration of Justice and made Judges dependent on his will alone. The King erected a multitude of new offices and sent swarms of officers to harass the people of the colonies and eat all their food. The King did not want to see the colonies succeed. He plundered their seas, ravaged the coastlines, burned the towns, and destroyed the lives of the people living in the colonies.
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The people living in the colonies became aware that he was transporting large armies to complete the work of death, destruction, and tyranny. Therefore, the representatives of the United States of America declared themselves free and independent states and held the right to levy war against the British Crown.
And with a firm reliance on the protection of Divine Providence, the signers of the Declaration of Independence pledged their lives, fortunes, and sacred honor.
In 1781, the darkest period of the Revolutionary War, Mr. Robert Morris, a distinguished patriot and financier of the Revolution, began organizing a banking intuition in Philadelphia to issue paper money that the public could use confidently because the government bills had become almost worthless.
Congress relocated to Baltimore because the British had crossed into New Jersey; however, Mr. Morris moved his family to the country and returned to remain in Philadelphia. In utter despair, George Washington wrote a letter to Mr. Morris. It informed him that a considerable sum of money must be had to make any successful movement of troops. It was a requirement that seemed almost impossible. The troops had dwindled to a handful of half-naked, half-famished militia during the disastrous retreat across New Jersey at the close of 1776.
That is when God does his best work. He loves to move upon the impossible. Your ability is not what moves the heart of God. It is your faith that moves Him. God will move heaven and earth to come to the aid of those that trust him.
Our forefathers trusted in the Almighty to see them through to victory even when it looked like there was no way they could ever be free. Let Freedom Ring– was the cry of every American!
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Robert Morris left his counting room the day he received the letter from George Washington in utter despondency. Where was he going to receive that kind of money? Even his wealthy means would not match what he needed. Besides that, his fortune by now had been diminished.
On his way home, he met a wealthy Quaker and made his wants known. “What security canst thou give,” asked the Quaker. “My note and my honor,” promptly replied Mr. Morris. To which the Quaker replied, “Robert, thou shalt have it.”
The money was sent to Washington, the Delaware was re-crossed, and the victory was won at Trenton.
Robert Morris possessed such a reputation that his word of honor was all it took to ensure a ten-thousand-dollar loan. It was this kind of character that built this country; a character that forged westward and conquered insurmountable odds; a character that defied death, conquered tyranny, and saluted the flag.
“Time crawled. We stood waiting in the darkness. My mouth felt dusty and dry. Dampness covered my body as the rain mingled with my own body moisture. ‘The sun’s coming up,’ Colonel Skinner murmured. ‘The dawn is breaking.’ Once more, I took out my envelopes. I scribbled away, noting the glow of the dawn’s early light. The mist had cleared away the smoke. ‘I can see it!’ I exclaimed. ‘The flag-our flag- it’s still there!’ The doctor grabbed my arm. He leaned across the railing, trying desperately to see. ‘Are you sure it is our flag, Francis?’ ‘Yes, yes!’ I answered. ‘It is ours! It’s our beloved red, white, and blue. May God be praised!'”
Excerpt from the Sowers Series- Francis Scott Key
Oh, say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
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