In honor of Theodore Roosevelt, born OCTOBER 27, 1858, a man's man, and an unequaled example worthy of imitation I'd like to share a few quotes from him. I am in favor of the strongest military possible. We must remain strongest; I fear we are headed towards WWIII.
In 1909, Roosevelt warned:
"The thought of modern industry in the hands of Christian charity is a dream worth dreaming.
The thought of industry in the hands of paganism is a nightmare beyond imagining.
The choice between the two is upon us."
In his book Fear God and Take Your Own Part, 1916, Theodore Roosevelt wrote:
"Christianity is not the creed of Asia and Africa at this moment solely because the seventh century Christians of Asia and Africa had trained themselves not to fight, whereas the Moslems were trained to fight.
Christianity was saved in Europe solely because the peoples of Europe fought.
If the peoples of Europe in the 7th and 8th centuries, and on up to and including the 17th century, had not possessed a military equality with, and gradually a growing superiority over the Mohammedans who invaded Europe, Europe would at this moment be Mohammedan and the Christian religion would be exterminated."
Theodore Roosevelt continued:
"Wherever the Mohammedans have had complete sway, wherever the Christians have been unable to resist them by the sword, Christianity has ultimately disappeared.
From the hammer of Charles Martel to the sword of Jan Sobieski, Christianity owed its safety in Europe to the fact that it was able to show that it could and would fight as well as the Mohammedan aggressor."
May God give us Women like this! He dedicated the book to Julia Ward Howe the author of The Battle Hymn of The Republic:
"This book is dedicated to the memory of Julia Ward Howe because in the vital matters fundamentally affecting the life of the Republic, she was as good a citizen of the Republic as Washington and Lincoln themselves. She was in the highest sense a good wife and a good mother; and therefore she fulfilled the primary law of our being. She brought up with devoted care and wisdom her sons and her daughters. At the same time she fulfilled her full duty to the commonwealth from the public standpoint. She preached righteousness and she practised righteousness. She sought the peace that comes as the handmaiden of well doing. She preached that stean and lofty courage of soul which shrinks neither from war nor from any other form of suffering and hardship and danger if it is only therby that justice can be served. She embodied that trait more essential than any other in the make-up of the men and women of this Republic - the valor of righteousness.
He wrote in reference to WWI:
"The peace-at-any-price-men, the professional pacifists shrieked loudly that to prepare would be to invite war... Immediate preparedness at the outset of the war would have meant that there would never have been the necessity for sending the "strict accountability" note [to Germany]. It would have meant that there never would have been the murder of the thousands of men, women and children on the high seas. It would have meant that we would now be sure of the peace for ourselves. It would have meant that we would now be ready to act the part of peacemakers for others."
Here is "Battle Hymn of the Republic" as written by Julia Ward Howe when she published it in February, 1862, in the Atlantic Monthly:
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword: His truth is marching on.
I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps, They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps; I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps: His day is marching on.
I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel: "As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal; Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel, Since God is marching on."
He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat; He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment-seat: Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet! Our God is marching on.
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in his bosom that transfigures you and me: As he died to make men holy, let us die to make men free, While God is marching on.