Richard Raines - Finding Washington: Why America Needs to Rediscover the Virtues of Her Most Essential Founding Father

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Copyright 2022 by Richard Raines

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Finding Washington owes its existence to a lot of people. First, I wouldn't have written a single word without the love and encouragement of my wife, Jessica. Sweetheart, I love you more than life, and your passion for Jesus keeps our crazy family grounded. My kids were also quite involved, even if they didn't know it. Rebecca, Riley, Hannah, Reese, and Rhettyou had to endure boring diatribes from me when I managed to pull myself out of my office to talk about my book or whatever other soapbox I was on that day. I'm the first to admit that you guys have a mediocre dad, but your dad has awesome kids.

I'd also like to thank all the people that read the rough draft and offered feedback. Paul and Kim: you were the first to give feedback and nearly all your suggestions made the final draft. Thanks to my good friend Lance, a writer/editor/children's pastor extraordinaire, who was the first person to publish an article for me in Christian Education Leadership Magazine. Your opinion was the most coveted. A special thank you to Trisha, whose email is taped to the wall in my office for me to read when things got tough. Your constant encouragement means more than you'll ever know. And last, but certainly not the least, thank you, Karl, for your insight and enthusiasm but mostly for not judging me for wearing used shoes when I was a college student.

And thank you to you, the reader. The one thing I want more than anything in the world is for people to read my book. You've made that dream come true.

This book took a while to write. I spend quite a bit of time in the first chapter talking about the events which pushed me to write it, so I won't spoil it for you by retelling it here. However, I do think it's important to tell you that I've wanted to write a book my entire life, but I refused to force it out of some compulsion to simply get published. Although I think I've got a couple of books in me, this might be it, so I wanted to take my time. The preface to a book is supposed to be personal, so that's what I'll doget personal. I'd like to do two things here. First, I want to tell you a personal story that some of you might think is weird. Second, I want to talk about usAmericans, and what we need to do to fix our mess.

I became a Christian when I was a teenager, and my dad was not particularly friendly toward Christianity. After he and my mother divorced, he got married and divorced two more times. When I turned eighteen, he met someone else, and they got married. Whoopee Doo. Another stepmom. I remember thinking, I've seen this movie before. As it turned out, she was the real deal. She was a solid Christian and convinced my dad to start going to church with her, and he eventually became a Christian. My sweet stepmother Tena was standing in the room, calling out to Jesus when cancer took her husband and my dad from us.

Several years after my dad became a Christian and while I was attending college in Tennessee, my dad called and told me of a dream he had. He said that in his dream, he met an angel who took him to an old barn. When he looked in the barn, he saw a man, sitting alone at a typewriter, typing furiously. Confused, my dad asked who the man was, and the angel responded, It's your son, Richard, doing what I've called him to do. I think about that dream a lot and, whether it was a real angelic visitation or the result of a bad burrito remains to be seen. However, I share that story with you to let you know that my dad's dream has significantly affected how I view the things I write. It's important to me that, you, the reader, understand that my compulsion to write is the result of a divine call that didn't come from my dad's dream but was confirmed by it. That's the first reason why I wrote this book. It's an extension of my faith, and I wish my dad was alive to hold his son's book in his hand.

Now, let's talk about the messes we've created for ourselves in this country. Things aren't good here at home. I think we are more divided now than we were at the start of the Civil War. The difference is that our current divisions aren't easily definable by state lines. The differences are ideological and spiritual, and I have a genuine fear that my kids will live through an all-out armed conflict between leftist anarchists and the rest of us. At some point, the government is going to demand that Americans give up their guns, and that will be the proverbial straw that breaks the camel's back. This really keeps me up at night, and it's the other reason I wrote this book. My prayer is that this book will ignite some genuine introspection, and that you, the reader, will embrace my notion that we desperately need a revival of the types of virtues George Washington displayed, and that you will take a minute and send me an email or two with your thoughts on how we can turn the tide.

I hope you enjoy the book. I wrote it for us.

Richard (richard@findingwashington.com)

Chapter 1

A Year to Remember

Hey. Remember 2020? I'd like to forget too, but I can't, so I need your help. I'm trying to come up with a name for 2020. I believe we should give it an official title. I think the Chinese tradition of labeling each year could be instructive, but instead of something mystical like The Year of the Dragon, we could come up with something more practical. Here are my ideas so far:

2020: The Year That Sucked. Perhaps this is too crass, but it certainly captures the essence of how most of us feel.

2020: The Year Introverts Will Remember as The Golden Years. You know, because of social distancing.

2020: The Year Everyone on Twitter Agreed. Just kidding.

2020: The Most Peaceful Transition of Power in American History. Not really.

2020: The Year of Jumanji. If you haven't seen the movie, you won't get it. Keep reading.

2020: The Year of Sorrows. Kind of boring but accurate.

2020: The Year We'd All Like to Forget.

2020: The year we all thought was awful but held out hope that 2021 was going to be better, and then some dude in a Viking hat stormed the capital. I like this one, but I don't think it will fit on a hat. Before deciding on a slogan for 2020, perhaps we should conduct a brief review first.

I began writing this book on June 06, 2020. Although we were only at the halfway mark, we all knew that we were watching history unfold in horrifying slow motion. Many of us felt confident that, even with incomplete data in June, it was safe to label this year crappy. Let's walk down memory lane together for a moment. Who remembers that a swarm of locusts descended on Africa in February and destroyed over 170 million acres of crops in Kenya and another 74 million acres in Ethiopia? What about the Australian wildfires and millions of acres of scorched land, destroyed homes, and the deaths of over 400 million animals? We were all shocked to receive the news that Kobe Bryant, his thirteen-year-old daughter, and seven other souls died in a helicopter crash on the way to a youth basketball game in Los Angeles but, unfortunately, this was only the beginning.