
Well, last weekend (August 22 and 23) marked an historic event in America: The first weekend ever that an NTT IndyCar Series race was held on the National Mall in Washington, D.C., with the Washington Monument and the U.S. Capitol and other important sites as backdrops. The carefully designed route was set up with safeguards for protection of the fans in bleachers, as the cars zoomed past at speeds of near 200 mph. Who would have ever “thunk it?”
I love sports now and have for most of my life. I especially love football, baseball, and basketball. I am not tied to any team and watch very little on television because it has changed so very much and is changing still—so that even amateur sports is becoming too much about money. Believe me, though, last season I got wholly excited about IU football—a team that won the national championship after having a dismal won-lost record for decades. What an exciting story! What a great team effort! What a class coach and outstanding MVP quarterback—first pick in the first round in the NFL draft! I will be tuned in again this fall.
When the world-cup soccer championship games came to America this summer, I had to admit that soccer holds no interest for me. I had never watched a game. I did get somewhat interested in the games until the U.S. team was no longer playing, and was interested in the championship game. But that is about it. It staggers one’s imagination, though, that hundreds of thousands of people, soccer lovers all, came from all corners of the earth to watch these games in America! It is truly the number one sport worldwide. Amazing.
So, what I am going to say is not “judgmental” or from someone who does not love sports. But, my heart is heavy as I think about how America has become so immersed into sports. I have thought, for some time, that it seems as though our beloved nation worships at the altar of “football,” or fill in the blank with several other sports. Gambling on these games has become a multi-billion dollar business.
Yet, this spring and summer witnessed—as recently as this past week here in central Indiana—historic floods, fires, and tornadoes, with temperatures that have been “off the charts.” All spring and summer, I read about communities being ravaged by natural disasters, and I prayed for those communities—asking that people would be drawn to God for strength and comfort, having lost every earthly possession in a matter of minutes. But I rather smugly thought, “I am surely glad central Indiana has been spared that kind of devastation.” Then came the “once in a hundred years” floods to cities all around us, especially in central Indiana! God, it seems to me, is saying: “America used to worship her Creator, singing God bless America, from whom she has now departed. I will turn her over to the gods at whose altars she now gathers on every Lord’s Day to celebrate, as in Sunday’s “Freedom 250 Grand Prix.” I grieve—and pray that it is not too late for a turning back to Him.
For years, I have shared something that was published more than 50 years ago by the Americanism Educational League, entitled “Do You Remember the Real America?” I close with this piece.
Do you remember when: “The flag was a sacred symbol, when riots were unthinkable. When you left front doors open. When socialism was a dirty word. When criminals actually went to jail. When you were not afraid to go out at night. When taxes were only a necessary nuisance. When a boy was boy and dressed like one. When a girl was a girl, and dressed like one. When the poor were too proud to take charity. When the clergy actually talked about religion. When clerks and repairmen tried to please you. When college kids swallowed goldfish, not acid. When songs had a tune, and the words made sense. When young fellows tried to join the Army or Navy. When people knew what the Fourth of July stood for. When you never dreamed our country could ever lose. When you bragged about your hometown, and home state. When everybody didn’t feel entitled to an education. When people expected less, and valued what they had more. When politicians proclaimed their patriotism, and meant it. When everybody knew the difference between right and wrong. When things weren’t perfect, but you never expected them to be. When our government stood up for Americans, anywhere in the world. When you knew that the law would be enforced, and your safety protected. When the law meant justice, and you felt a shiver of awe at the sight of a policeman. When you weren’t embarrassed to say that this was the best country in the world. When America was a country filled with brave, proud, hard-working people!”
If the author of this nostalgic glance back could see the America that exists today, he would surely be amazed at how even more apropos these words are in 2026. We must earnestly plead, “God bless America!”
“Righteousness exalteth a nation: but sin is a reproach to any people.” (Provs. 14:34)








