Responsibility of Liberty
Many of us living in the South, regardless of our race, had ancestors who fought in or were somehow involved with the War Between the States (1861-1865). Some of us had great-great-grandfathers or great-great-great-grandfathers who served in the army of the Confederacy and some of us had them who served in the Union army. Some of us even have lineage from both sides.
Personally, I had one great-great who was wounded in the battle of Shiloh. I had another who made rifles for the army of Alabama. Yet, I can also trace some roots to New England and Ohio in the same time frame, but I know of no family member who wore a Union uniform in the war.
None of that really matters. While I am proud of my heritage, it means nothing in the grand scheme of things, for I am a Christian. The only heritage that matters is that I was adopted by the Creator of the universe when I believed and obeyed Him. Now I am a child of His. I have brothers and sisters with white skin, with brown skin, with black skin, etc. They are my family and the last thing I want to do is hurt them or cause them to stumble.
One of the responsibilities of being a Christian is to look out for the well-being of our brethren. Our brothers and sisters in Christ should be held to a higher degree than us, yet often we find ourselves flaunting our liberty (both national and religious) to them. If my displaying an artifact or symbol that offends them and damages my relationship with them, I have put a stumblingblock in front of them. Paul warned the Roman Christians about this in the fourteenth chapter of his letter to them.
While I hold no animosity toward anyone because of their race or any other factor, I realize that some are offended by a symbol that holds a completely different meaning to me. The Apostle said that I need to love them. If I love them with an agape type of love, which I should, then I should be willing to sacrifice my own liberty for them.
Therefore, I will not fly a Confederate flag of any sort or wear anything with “C.S.A.” on it. I want to help them get to heaven and I want them to help me. That matters. ~B.W.P.