Pop … BOOM! BAM! BAM! POW! pap – pap – pap – shreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! BAM! BOOM! pop! pop! pop! BOOM! BAM!
I sit and drink my tea, watching a little TV. Car alarms are going off. Police sirens are wailing. Fireworks are illegal here in Huntington Beach ($500 minimum fine), but that doesn’t stop criminals from setting them off anyway.
I’ve never liked fireworks. Seems like a whole lotta noise for nothing. Explosive, violent, dangerous – I’ve never seen the appeal in blowing things up, especially blowing things up very loudly. Used to like sparklers when I was a kid, but they sure didn’t last long. A bit of sparkle for not a long time, and all you really did was wave ’em around in a circle or try to do patterns and then they’d fizzle out. Whoopee.
I remember the first time we had a Whistling Pete as a kid. Dad lit it and ran back, with all us kids back at a safe distance. Pop! and then a long shreeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! fitz! … and it was over. Wow, that was fun.
I just don’t see the appeal in loud, destructive activities. I’m more of a builder-type than a destructive type. Given a movie choice of seeing Live Free, Die Harder or Nancy Drew, I’d choose Nancy Drew. Saw it last week, in fact. Good, enjoyable, lighthearted film, nothing destroyed, good values, people doing positive, wholesome things, helping others. No explosions or car crashes or blood or people doing horrifying things to others; nothing loud, violent, destructive.
It’s nearly midnight and the explosions are dying down outside now. I’ll go to bed, say my prayers and sleep in peace, a peace that’s earned by those who serve and have served.
Happy Independence Day and blessings to all those in the armed forces who have to endure violence and loud explosions as part of their job. May God keep them safe from harm and return them to their loved ones safely.
Pray for peace. Practice peace. Be peace in the world. Be peace. Be.