I love hot dogs. I’m sure we ate hot dogs at home before 1965. That year is when one of my best friends and I went to the Baptist World Alliance between our sophomore and junior year to carry the American and Christian flags in the parade of the nations. My friend’s dad worked at the Baptist Sunday School Board in Nashville, Tennessee and had arranged for us to carry the flags in the parade that was to be a part of the opening ceremony in what was then the Orange Bowl stadium. It was the biggest event I had ever been to except for a Billy Graham crusade in Vanderbilt Stadium when I was 10.
The thing I remember most about my carrying the flag was not how many were watching, or the feelings of representing our country in that massive display. I remember the hot dogs we practically lived on during our stay in the hotel where the James Bond movie Gold Finger had been filmed. I had never eaten a hot dog loaded down with mustard, ketchup, and sweet pickle relish before. I couldn’t get enough of them then, and I love them now 56 years later. I’ve eaten Piking Duck in Beijing, China. I’ve had Kim Chee in both North and South Korea. I’ve eaten Borsh with a dollop of sour cream in the dead of winter in downtown Moscow. Nothing anywhere beats a fire-roasted hot dog on the 4th of July. One thing I love about America is hot dogs.
I love waking up in the morning in America. I have woken up in the morning just after our military took back Panama City, Panama in 1989. I have been awakened in the dead of winter in Yanji, China and Ragin, North Korea. Of all the places where you can wake up, having your eyes open and your mind come alive in this country is by far the most wonderful. Every morning is a new morning no matter where you are but waking up in these United States of America is the best. I wake up here every morning without wonder who is watching me from some secret vantage point. I wake up here without thinking somebody will be listening to me today through a hidden device. I wake up here and read my Bible without any thought that I am doing something wrong or breaking a law. I can wake up here and listen to whatever new channel I choose without worry that the truth is being slanted or abandoned toward some lesser or even some outright lie. I love waking up free—free to think--free to believe—free to speak—free to do whatever I am led to do without being made to do anything. I normally, wake up, drink by coffee, read my Bible, pray to my Lord who leads me to do whatever He chooses. That’s pretty great!
I love being with my family!
I love pastoring my church!
I love being the son of John Frack and Maxie Lee Williams!
I love washing dishes!
I love vacuuming the floor!
I love being a Born Again, Bible Believing, Southern Talking citizen of these United States of America.
The thing I remember most about my carrying the flag was not how many were watching, or the feelings of representing our country in that massive display. I remember the hot dogs we practically lived on during our stay in the hotel where the James Bond movie Gold Finger had been filmed. I had never eaten a hot dog loaded down with mustard, ketchup, and sweet pickle relish before. I couldn’t get enough of them then, and I love them now 56 years later. I’ve eaten Piking Duck in Beijing, China. I’ve had Kim Chee in both North and South Korea. I’ve eaten Borsh with a dollop of sour cream in the dead of winter in downtown Moscow. Nothing anywhere beats a fire-roasted hot dog on the 4th of July. One thing I love about America is hot dogs.
I love waking up in the morning in America. I have woken up in the morning just after our military took back Panama City, Panama in 1989. I have been awakened in the dead of winter in Yanji, China and Ragin, North Korea. Of all the places where you can wake up, having your eyes open and your mind come alive in this country is by far the most wonderful. Every morning is a new morning no matter where you are but waking up in these United States of America is the best. I wake up here every morning without wonder who is watching me from some secret vantage point. I wake up here without thinking somebody will be listening to me today through a hidden device. I wake up here and read my Bible without any thought that I am doing something wrong or breaking a law. I can wake up here and listen to whatever new channel I choose without worry that the truth is being slanted or abandoned toward some lesser or even some outright lie. I love waking up free—free to think--free to believe—free to speak—free to do whatever I am led to do without being made to do anything. I normally, wake up, drink by coffee, read my Bible, pray to my Lord who leads me to do whatever He chooses. That’s pretty great!
I love being with my family!
I love pastoring my church!
I love being the son of John Frack and Maxie Lee Williams!
I love washing dishes!
I love vacuuming the floor!
I love being a Born Again, Bible Believing, Southern Talking citizen of these United States of America.
LET FREEDOM RING!!!
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