The American Spectator

I had always planned to  be a historian and I still spend much of my time reading history. When I do, I  am struck by a few dramatic truths.

The first is that life in America,  at least right now, at least for most of us, is simply great. I’m reading a book  about “Hitler’s Central European Empire” by a recently deceased historian named  Jean Sedlar. She writes in great detail about the horrifying brutality in the  region from Finland down to the Balkans in the period roughly from the late 1930s to the end of World War II.

Every ethnic group at war with every  other ethnic group. Every nationality wanting to kill their neighbors. Two  totalitarian states, the Soviet Union and  The Third Reich crushing  everyone in their path.

The suffering of untold millions, the gruesome  living conditions, the fighting, the fleeing, the hiding, the starving, and the  dying just went on endlessly. There was no end of pain from the Baltic to the  Adriatic.

As we saw much more recently in the wars in the former  Yugoslavia, that kind of ethnic and religious hatred persists to this  day.

When I read about this, or read about the torment of my fellow  Jews even in a supposedly highly civilized nation like France in World War II or  about the staggering viciousness in the drug trade in Mexico right now, or the  endless civil wars and mineral wars in Africa, my head reels at the cruelty of  man to man.

Then my wife and I take our dogs out for a walk in our  neighborhood in Los Angeles and the lawns are green and the birdies are singing  and soon we will have some French toast — and life is great. No wars, no ethnic  hatreds, pretty much everyone accepted and taken at face value as a fellow  citizen, brother and sister.

I mention this because I am like you. I  worry constantly. About my son and his family. About getting older. About the  hideously ugly house someone is putting up across the street from me. About the  ‘flu.

But when I think about our lives in America right now, and  compare them with what life is like and has been like for so many hundreds or  millions — no,

Billions — of human beings, I cannot help but feel as if God had  shone a special privilege and blessing upon America.

I know this is not  allowed and it’s called American exceptionalism and it’s academic poison. But  it’s true. God really has blessed this glorious land, from sea to shining sea,  and compared with the privilege of living here in 2013, no problem I have right  now means much. What glory to live here.

Thank you, God, thank  you.