The Changing Of A Nation

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It was 50 years ago today that I walked out of my third/fourth grade classroom. The buses were lined up at the curb of our small school in Northford Connecticut. As I was walking down the hall I met my teacher Mrs. Clapp in the hallway. Tears were in her eyes. She grabbed my shoulders gently and said “The President has been shot.” It was a long ride home. Not that long later the President of the United States had died in Dallas.

I was 8 years old. I cried for days. I remember sitting in our country home’s kitchen with my mom and dad both crying and I was sobbing. Like most of the nation we watched the black and white TV screen showing everything about this young president, John F. Kennedy. Like so many others we just could not believe it. Because it was a weekend (He was shot on Friday.) there was no other calling. Our small family sat around the TV.jfkchurchjohnsalute

There was no internet (Al Gore was not around yet.) and there were no cell phones. The nation watched on TV’s across the nation or listened to the history being made by AM radio. Hardly a one does not remember that fateful day. Where they were, what they were doing.

I cried as I watched “John boy” salute his father at a mass on Monday. What would I do without my father?

We were a nation in crisis. The blindfolds had been ripped off and the results not pretty. My generation had real enemies we faced and good and bad were easy to discern. We were not inundated daily with horror and desensitized by death, blood and mayhem.Our nation lost her innocence that day.

I fully recognize we can not “go back” but I do sense a growing momentum of innocence restored. I think many things we though could never happen are happening. In one fell swoop an iron curtain fell. In one short moment a veil was torn and revealed the beauty of the One we call Jesus.

There is a restoration of goodness being brought to our nation’s shore. The innocence of a people has been declared by a righteous One. Systems of darkness and disbelief are being shattered daily. The mind of Christ is coming forth.

The question I have for you is just as a nation lost its innocence, will you remember THIS DAY as a day of declared innocence through a bloodied cross, a barren tomb? For it is not a nation but a people that is restored.

50 years is the year of Jubilee. There is a Jubilee shout in the land. Just watch. HE has turned your mourning into dancing.

Written by Lee Johndrow

Lee Johndrow

Lee is on staff as the Prophetic Ministry Leader at the Village Church where he functions as one of the prophetic grace. (You can visit their site at www.villagechurchswanzey.com)

He is the father of five wonderful children. Married for over 22 years to his wife Tina. 7 grandchildren as of September 22, 2014, with another one on the way! Loving life with family, friends, faith, fun and food!


7 thoughts on “The Changing Of A Nation”

  1. i was seven years old and in school. they sent us all home. i remember it was the first time i ever saw my dad cry in front of me — we were watching the news on tv when we got home and he just started to cry. later, because we only lived a few hours from Washington, he took us to see the funeral. i remember being on his shoulders as the caisson went by and asking him why the boots were in the horse’s stirrups backwards and he said that was to signify a fallen soldier. i’ll never forget it …

  2. I was in my senior year of high school, and remember very well. 2 years later, I was in Germany in the USAF and still saw portraits of President Kennedy everywhere I went. He was loved by people in many nations and he “hated” Communism/Socialism/ big centralized government with such a passion I’ve not seen in the White House since. He was a “real” Democrat. Too bad I never got to vote for him…he died before I was old enough.

  3. I was 9 years old when JFK was shot. Lots of tears and sadness was throughout our home, school, and community. We to watched everything unfold on our black & white tv and the day of the funeral, all schools were closed. I remember the teachers and our parents saying we lost our best President ever. (At least up to that year.) Watching everything unfold on tv,we cried off and on for days. It was a very hard time emotionally for all who understood what had happened.

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