Confessions of a Recovering Nationalist
Written by Father Robert Lyons : September 2, 2008
Picture it (as Sofia Petrillo might have said on “The Golden Girls”)… Anderson, Indiana. November, 1988. My grandmother and I, then age ten, walk into the club house of our mobile-home park – our voting precinct. We enter into the booth, me with a fake ballot, her with a real one. My choices were George Washington or Abraham Lincoln for president. Her choices were George H. W. Bush or Michael Dukakis. She told me that she didn’t know who to pick, so she wasn’t going to vote. I asked her if she preferred my ballot, so we swapped. I voted for Bush, she voted for Washington.
Moving forward to 1995, I began considering enlisting in the United States Navy. Something nagged at me then, however. I was a patriot to be sure… I had done flag patrol in middle school, joined the United States Naval Sea Cadet Corps, flew a flag over my house, took the Pledge of Allegiance daily, and listened tirelessly to Rush Limbaugh. No matter, I just couldn’t bring myself to give my life to the Navy. I couldn’t figure out why.
In 2000, I voted again, for what would be the last time. I cast my ballot for George W. Bush. I voted for him on one issue – abortion. That was it. Abortion, and the fear that Al Gore wasn’t enough of a patriot to keep us safe.
Then came September 11, 2001. And everything changed.
Oh, not all at once… on the twelfth I was out front of my office, leading our staff in the Pledge of Allegiance, prayers to God, you name it. Seeing the twin towers fall on national television, seeing the Pentagon attacked, seeing a flight crash into a field on its way to kill still more people, that doesn’t leave you unaffected. For about two or three weeks I was reinvigorated. I considered joining the Coast Guard Auxiliary. I started flying a flag again. I wanted to do something for my country. And then the war in Afghanistan began… and the innocent civilians began to die in the crossfire… and I knew that my life as I knew it was over. Every death was on my conscience, and every bullet was on my heart. I had helped to create the environment that led to the deaths of innocents in a land half a world away.
I began to re-evaluate the convictions that I had, for so very long, believed, about the role of God in national life, and of national life in the Church. While I had studied the Church Fathers in my preparation for ordination, I had pretty much ignored most of that stuff they had to say about the relation between the Church and the State. After all, the Church and State had been cozy for nearly its whole history, right? Only in America did we attempt to divorce the two.
Well, I was wrong. I was wrong out of willful ignorance (or, perhaps, blissful self-deception), and boy did I ever have to repent.
Today, I am still a recovering nationalist. I probably will be for a long time. I get nervous that people are watching me at a sporting event when I either sit or sneak away during the National Anthem. I get concerned sometimes that people will look at me as somehow being a traitor or ungrateful. And yet, I am convinced it is necessary to view the Kingdom of God as a reality now, today, in this world, instead of as limiting our conception of it to a heaven that is light years away.
I still haven’t exactly figured out how to fully manifest my citizenship in the Kingdom of God as it relates to living a life in this world. Perhaps that is a part of the challenge of our faith in the culture of our day. I’m a recovering nationalist. I have traded my flag for a cross, a uniform for a clerical collar, and “The Star Spangled Banner” for “The Church’s One Foundation”. I only pray that God will give me the grace I need to remain a faithful and fearless soldier of his Kingdom, and will show me the path I need to walk to do just and rightful combat for my brothers and sisters who find themselves in the midst of fear and fright.
With God’s help, I know I can persevere.
Author Bio:: Robert Lyons is a Primitive Catholic priest. He has served congregations in Central Indiana, and now serves primarially in health care chaplaincy. He lives in Indianapolis, Indiana with his wife, Kristen.

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