When we were young and protesting, we criticized our country and at times even felt disdain for it.
It was our bedrock, and we knew it was strong and great and just at its core but needed to meet far higher expectations to achieve what it promised. It sustained our tough love.
Today, I feel the bedrock crumbling, our precious country no longer the stable giant we were so proud of and wanted to perfect. Now I cherish it in its fragility and pray for leaders who are not swayed by power but by principle.