What started long ago as a celebration of independence from the rule of a foreign power has become something very different today. The Fourth of July was once a day when Americans celebrated their independence and their way of life. In too many cases, it’s ended up becoming a worship of state and a celebration of militarism.
As a result, I don’t enjoy as much about the Fourth of July as some people do. I look at the nationalistic elements that have crept in and become dominant for so many people — and I cringe. But that doesn’t mean that I don’t want to love what it originally stood for. And it doesn’t mean that I don’t want to be a part of an extended family celebrating our homes and our lives.
I wrote Tuesday about how people have come to associate words such as “conservative” and “liberal” with political positions. I’m not that kind of conservative and haven’t been for more than 20 years. But I’m a traditionalist in many ways. I’m an odd mix. I love many things about the modern world, but I feel a tug to a past that I’ve never experienced. In the truest sense of the word, I’m a conservative in those ways. There’s much about the values and lifestyle of our past that I want to conserve, and I’m extremely conservative in my own lifestyle.

The goals we chase can become chains that hold us in bondage
Each unexpected death forces me to confront limits of my own life
I’m shutting the whole world out, but I’m also waiting to be rescued
It’s a very old cliche, but it’s true: Denial isn’t just a river in Egypt
Do you obey petty rules? Or do you fight The Man in hopes of change?
Attention word nerds: March forth, to celebrate National Grammar Day
To see how I’ve changed over time, notice which women I’ve fallen for
I felt shame for my lack of love, but God said, ‘You can do better’