The Pastor's Pen

            As the 4th of July approaches, I find myself remembering the summers of my childhood on the Eastern Shore- where the aroma of steamed blue crabs mingled with laughter under shade trees, and fireworks painted the sky above family cookouts and community carnivals. We celebrated Independence Day with pride, unaware that the history we embraced had not always embraced us. The red, white, and blue was not just decoration- it was a part of our attire. As a little girl, I accepted the celebration of America’s Independence from Britain as my own, never questioning the full meaning of freedom.

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