Signing of the Declaration of Independence August 2, 2007
Have you ever wondered what happened to the 56 men who signed the Declaration of Independence?
Five signers were captured by the British as traitors, and tortured before they died. Twelve had their homes ransacked and burned. Two lost their sons serving in the Revolutionary Army, another had two sons captured. Nine of the 56 fought and died from wounds or hardships of the Revolutionary War. They signed and they pledged their lives, their fortunes, and their sacred honor. What kind of men were they?
Twenty-four were lawyers and jurists. Eleven were merchants, nine were farmers and large plantation owners; men of means, well educated. But they signed the Declaration of Independence knowing full well that the penalty would be death if they were captured.
Carter Braxton of Virginia, a wealthy planter and trader, saw his ships swept from the seas by the British Navy. He sold his home and properties to pay his debts, and died in rags.
Thomas McKeam was so hounded by the British that he was forced to move his family almost constantly. He served in the Congress without pay, and his family was kept in hiding. His possessions were taken from him, and poverty was his reward.
Vandals or soldiers looted the properties of Dillery, Hall, Clymer, Walton, Gwinnett, Heyward, Ruttledge, and Middleton.
At the battle of Yorktown, Thomas Nelson, Jr., noted that the British General Cornwallis had taken over the Nelson home for his headquarters. He quietly urged General George Washington to open fire. The home was destroyed, and Nelson died bankrupt.
Francis Lewis had his home and properties destroyed. The enemy jailed his wife, and she died within a few months.
John Hart was driven from his wife’s bedside as she was dying. Their 13 children fled for their lives. His fields and his gristmill were laid to waste. For more than a year he lived in forests and caves, returning home to find his wife dead and his children vanished. A few weeks later he died from exhaustion and a broken heart. Norris and Livingston suffered similar fates.
Such were the stories and sacrifices of the American Revolution. These were not wild eyed, rabble-rousing ruffians. They were soft-spoken men of means and education. They had security, but they valued liberty more. Standing tall, straight, and unwavering, they pledged: “For the support of this declaration, with firm reliance on the protection of the divine providence, we mutually pledge to each other, our lives, our fortunes, and our sacred honor.”
They gave you and me a free and independent America. The history books never told you a lot of what happened in the Revolutionary War. We didn’t just fight the British. We were British subjects at that time and we fought our own government! Some of us take these liberties so much for granted…We shouldn’t.
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I LOVE AMERICA
By Dr. Jack Hyles
It was the Monday morning of the opening of the 1977 Pastors’ School. Several thousand men of God were traveling from all across America to assemble at our church for a week of training. America lay heavy on my heart. While in tears all the time and on my knees much of the time, I expressed the reasons that I love America. This poem was read during the sermon, “One Nation Under God,” which was preached before several thousand at the aforementioned Pastors’ School.
I love Thanksgiving when we pray,
And July 4th and Labor Day
With picnics, ants, and hungry flies,
And barbecue and hot French fries,
With Cokes and chips and apple pies
Beneath some hazy, lazy skies.
I love Miami’s royal palm
That oozes forth a healing balm
Beside the ocean’s quiet calm.
And Betsy Ross, and Orville Wright,
And dear Ben Franklin’s flying kite;
And Thomas Jefferson’s mightly quill,
And Alamo, and Bunker Hill,
And Paul Revere’s midnight ride,
And Wilbur Wright’s successful glide.
I love United’s friendly skies;
And baseball when the umpire cries,
“Play ball!” as thousands quietly rise
To turn their moistened sober eyes
Toward waving flag that proudly flies.
And Casey Stengal’s Stengaleze,
And Dairy Queen, and Tastee Freeze,
And cotton candy at the zoo;
And corny dogs and Big Macs too;
And Burger Kings, and shopping malls,
And hockey pucks, and basketballs.
And Mississippi’s cotton fields,
And Holland, Michigan’s spinning wheels;
Monotonous midwestern plains,
Florida’s sun, Seattle’s rams.
Atlanta’s lovely, dogwood trails,
And Santa Fe’s long clicking rails.
I love the Rocky Mountain peaks
Beneath a sky which mutely speaks;
And Disney World, and Disney Land,
And Georgia’s fertile blood-red sand:
The Mississippi, and Rio Grande;
Wisconsin’s cheese and dairy land.
I love McDonald’s chocolate shakes,
And Minnesota’s thousand lakes;
The Royal Gorge’s mighty yawn,
A sleepy Alabama dawn;
The harvest moon that shineth on.
I love to gaze at Yellowstone
While licking on an ice cream cone;
And Howard Johnson’s Motor Lodge;
And Ford, and Chevrolet, and Dodge.
I love the stately Empire State,
And San Francisco’s Golden Gate.
I love St. Louis’ friendly arch,
The Statue of Liberty’s burning torch,
The Washington Monument’s prickly goad,
And Colorado’s trail ridge road.
I love “My Country, Tis of Thee,”
Oh, blessed land of liberty.
Long may our glorious land be bright,
With freedom’s wondrous holy light,
Protect us by Thy matchless might.
I love to stand with hand o’er heart
And think of those who did their part,
Who left a mom a lone gold star,
Whose bodies rest ‘neath fields afar.
I love New England’s rolling farms,
Its quaint decor and blushing charms.
I love the azalea’s freshened blooms,
East Texas’ roses sparkling plumes.
I love it when my church choir sings,
And know the peace that worship brings.
There beats within my breast a dream
That that small faint and flickering gleam
Will soon become a mighty flame
To spread to all His matchless name:
That those dear four who call me “Dad”
Will know the country I have had;
Where freedom’s flag flies proud and high,
And those dear ones may loudly cry,
“I’m free! My dad helped make it so.
That faint small gleam is now aglow!
That Christian land that he once knew
Is now the kind that we know too!
God’s judging hand has now been stayed,
So I and mine are not afraid,
For churches like our own abound
In every city, village, town!
We’re free to witness, visit, teach
The same dear truths we heard Dad preach!
And now we vow to God above
To pass it on to those we love.”