It is the Fourth of July today, but it’s also Senior Day at Kroger which occurs on the first Wednesday of each month.
When I was nearing my 60th birthday, one of the things I anticipated was being old enough to get in on the bargains at Kroger on its one day of the month dedicated to us senior citizens. Ten percent off my entire order is nothing to sneeze at. And those of you who know me know I love a bargain!
I’ve tried going at different times of the day. Around 9 am it gets really crowed, and if you are under 60 be afraid, be very afraid! The parking lot is full, and cars are waiting to get the spot of anyone emptying her baskart. Three o’clock isn’t a bad time to go. Folks may be home watching Dr. Phil.
Don’t go late at night. The shelves run low of stock and the tired staff have gone home to rub liniment on their feet.
I’ve discovered the best time for me to go Krogering is 7:30 in the morning. Parking places are available close to the store. There are still plenty of baskarts and product on the shelf, and the checkout lines are not too long.
So this morning I put on comfy clothes, pull my hair back, and don my garden hat with a colorful scarf tied around it to perk up my outfit, and I’m off with list, coupons, and Kroger card in hand.
The plan is to move quickly, grab the sale items and stock up on the non-perishables like dog/cat food and laundry detergent. I sure don’t want to miss the toilet paper isle where the good stuff is usually on sale. I grab several packages because you just don’t want to run out of toilet paper whether you are a senior or not.
The atmosphere at Kroger is electric. The music over the speaker system is playing the oldies from the 60s and 70s. I catch myself bouncing along to the beat or humming the familiar melodies of my youth.
I usually see people I know. Today it was some folks from Little Flock where Sweet William and I attend church. Some days it’s a neighbor or parents of my son’s high school friends. We are there for the same reason.
The manager is quite visible on this particular day of the month. Or at least I notice him more. He stands as a sentinel before the checkout lanes, calling for additional checkers if the lines back up. He smiles at the customers as they go from aisle to aisle. He quickly responds to questions and moves at the speed of someone who knows this will be a very good retail day.
And what does Senior Day at Kroger have to do with the 4th of July?
I’ll tell you what I’m thinking. Is this a great country or what?
Sure, I know we have our problems. I agree that the United States is in a moral decline. I am of the baby-boomer generation who watched it happen when prayer was removed from the schools and the resulting land-slide that has followed.
Yes, we are in a great financial crises and only God knows where that will take us. I see the graft, the political maneuvers that create harm for the masses while padding the pockets of a few.
I too fear for our young ones who must find their own way while pornography gropes for their minds, drugs are available on most any street corner, sex before marriage is expected, and the family as we know it is being threatened.
And yet . . . I still have the freedom to pursue happiness as I see it, to choose a career path and decide where I want to live. I can walk out my house and not fear that bombs may drop or hidden land mines may explode at my feet.
Our children can go to school or they can stay at home and learn their ABCs from mom and dad.
While the argument about healthcare reform will be ongoing, we still have some of the finest medical facilities the world over.
The United States is the county that sends aid when disaster strikes. We are the ones sending missionaries and mission groups to places where poverty is like nothing we have ever seen.
And as a citizen of this great country, I can still vote and make my voice heard though I am only one. I can step out and try to change something I don’t agree with.
I can get up on Sunday morning and drive to the church of my choice without fear.
I can freely talk about God and tell people about Jesus without worrying that I might be arrested.
I am humbled by the memories of soldiers who fought on foreign fields, like my grandfather in WWI and my dad and uncles in WWII; and the friends my age who endured the horrors of Viet Nam are dear to my heart.
I am proud of young men and women who still join the military knowing they will face uncertain and often horrific situations but choose to serve me anyway.
God has blessed America with an abundance, and we will be held accountable for what we have done with it. To whom much has been given much will be required.
I am commanded to pray for the leaders of my country, and I will personally be held accountable for that.
I am proud to be a citizen of this great country. I pray that her flag waves long and free, that her leaders will be godly and lead us in the path of righteousness. I pray that we will make God our Lord so that His blessings will continue.
I want to be a good member of society, to make a difference for good, and to pave a better road for my children and grandchildren.
I am glad to be an American where I can shop at Kroger on the first day of the month. I can choose veggies and fruits or I can grab the chips and ice cream. They are my choices and my consequences.
Freedom is still mine.
So I say: I’m proud to be an American. God bless the USA!
Is this a great county God has given us or what?