I'll never forget listening to my dad as he watched sports games on tv. If the team he was rooting for made an unforgivable mistake, you would hear, "Aw, MAN!!!" But if they did something right, you would hear, "ALL RIGHT!!!"
But the team he was rooting for would depend on that particular game. In one game, he might be cheering for Virginia Tech to win. In another game, he would be cheering for UVA (University of Virginia) to beat Virginia Tech.
It was as though each game he would select one team to be his "sports family"--and that of course meant that the other team were the "enemy outsiders." If the "enemy outsiders" did something to hurt the "sports family", like a foul or whatever, then he would feel something like anger. And if the "sports family" fought their way back to victory then he would experience something like joy.
In nationalism, like with sports, one imagines his family. Example 1: I'm a Virginian. I don't really know anyone from California. Yet I feel that Californians belong to my American family. I imagine them as family. Why do Americans imagine other Americans as kin? It's not as though we're related by blood. Why do we do it?
For one thing, we imagine that we have the same capital--the seat of power for America--which is Washington D.C. It's impossible for an American to go to Washington and not feel a swell of nationalist pride when we see the various monuments.
For an American, Washington D.C. is the hub that holds our entire country together (unless you're a die-hard Southerner in which case you might still feel some measure of loyalty to Richmond, Virginia, the former capital of the Southern Nation--the Confederacy).
I'll never forget on 9/11 seeing ominous smoke rising from the Pentagon. I was particularly concerned because I knew my brother lived in that area.
And I'll never forget driving past the Pentagon a year or so later and how I felt when I saw the rebuilding...
When I thought of those crews working tirelessly to rebuild what the terrorists had destroyed--and when I thought of this important building to our capital, what it's reconstruction signified for all of America...well, I'll tell you I felt a surge of pride for my American family.
Here's my question for James Pyles and Dan Benzvi:
Should Gentiles be angry when Jerusalem is attacked? When they see the satanic Mosque sitting where the Temple should stand?
Should Gentiles rejoice when Jerusalem rejoices?
In other words, should we not see Jerusalem as the capital of our family?
Or should we Gentiles view ourselves as the "enemy outsiders"?