Later this month we hope to be present for the reenactment of the Battle of Selma, Alabama. It should be particularly interesting this year, the Sesquicentennial of the onset of the War of Northern Aggression. While we won’t be donning soldier’s attire, we will be proud to be wearing a whole new set of historically authentic duds that Melissa is feverishly working to create. Calvin’s is closest to being finished and below he is sporting his new nineteenth-century threads.
We enjoyed our time off on our anniversary this year by visiting a nearby antebellum plantation called Rippavilla. Owned by French Huguenot descendant and Southern gentleman Nathaniel Francis Cheairs, IV (who also rode alongside General Forrest), this massive Greek-revival style mansion was constructed before the War of Northern Aggression and even saw some action during the war as a military headquarters and make-shift hospital for the wounded. Below are some of our favourite snapshots from the day.
If you’ve not yet read Vision Forum’s recently published book John Calvin: Man of the Millennium, you ought to find the time. It is invaluable as a historical guide to the life of Calvin as well as a very personal glimpse into the heart and mind of one of Christendom’s most brilliant and tireless soldiers from any era—born five hundred years ago today. Below is a small excerpt in which Calvin describes his encounter with William Farel and his ultimate decision to remain in Geneva despite his initial plans.
As the most direct route to Strasbourg, to which I then intended to retire, was blocked by the wars, I had resolved to pass quickly to Geneva without staying longer than a single night in that city. A person, Louis Du Tillet, who has now returned to the Papists, discovered me and made me known to others. Upon this, Farel, who burned with an extraordinary zeal to advance the gospel, immediately strained every nerve to detain me. After having learned that my heart was set upon devoting myself to private studies, for which I wished to keep myself free from other pursuits, and finding that he gained nothing by entreaties, he proceeded to utter an imprecation that God would curse my retirement and the tranquility of the studies which I sought, if I should withdraw and refuse assistance when the necessity was so urgent. By this imprecation I was so stricken with terror that I desisted from the journey which I had undertaken.
On a similar note, although we weren’t able to make it to Boston for the Reformation 500 event, we were honored that Melissa was able to create the costume for John Calvin himself worn by Mr. Marcus Serven during the Calvin vs. Darwin debate. Below is a comparison of the final product (a fine display of the sewing mastery of my wife) to the cover of John Calvin: Man of the Millennium. Enjoy.
While reading the headlines yesterday, I stumbled upon this news clip about the oldest known American survivor of the Great War. Frank Buckles from Missouri—now 108 years old—is seen in this ABC News video clip from two years ago describing how he joined the U.S. Army at the young age of 16. (Unfortunately, there was no option for me to embed the video here, so you will have to be taken to to a Yahoo! page and endure a commercial first.)
It is incredible to consider the scope of history that Buckles has been alive to witness. He was eleven years old when the Titanic sank, and was born while another war veteran—Union Captain William McKinley—was still President. After enlisting as a sixteen-year-old in 1917, Buckles was deployed to Europe by way of the RMS Carpathia, the same ship responsible for the rescue of the Titanic survivors just five years before. Buckles was not old enough in 1917 to be recruited, so he lied about his age. Of his interaction with the Army recruiter, he says this:
When I was born in Missouri, they didn’t
Also while in Virginia—and just the day after we visited Montpelier—we had the pleasure of a quick trip to the home of our third president, Thomas Jefferson. Our time was rather limited there, but we still managed to go on the house tour and walk around the property a bit, including a visit to the grave site where Jefferson is buried. Below are a few of our favorite photos from the visit. Enjoy!
While in Virginia doing the catalogue press check, we took advantage of a several-hour break and went to the nearby estate of our fourth President, James Madison. Amazingly, we were among some of the very first visitors to the estate since the restoration back to its Madison-era appearance. We learned that, after the duPont family purchased the estate around 1900, they transformed the building from a 22-room home, to a 55-room home. All duPont additions have now been removed, revealing underneath the structure as it was in the days that the Madisons resided there.
Saturday morning, Melissa and I had the pleasure of touring both the Carter House and Carnton Plantation with Sam who is well-studied on the Battle of Franklin (and the war in general) and had long awaited the opportunity to share what he knew of the battle with us.
Over the course of the day, we learned of Fountain Branch Carter who owned and operated the largest cotton gin in Williamson County and whose property was near the center of action during the battle. Several of his out buildings were showered with bullets and one of them is said to be the most bullet-riddled building still standing from the war. In the aftermath of the battle, the house became a makeshift hospital for the wounded, and blood stains can be seen on portions of the floor to this day.
He was one of those unique men who understood his calling, and never felt that his calling was in any way limited by his experiences. —Dr. George Grant
Determination… that is the one word that characterizes this man from beginning to end… determination. —James I. Robertson
I recently had the pleasure of watching the latest video release from Franklin Springs Family Media. From the very beginning of this inspiring film, it is apparent that Still Standing: The Stonewall Jackson Story is not going to be what one would expect from a documentary of one of the most revered military men in world history. While not diminishing the importance of the role he played in the War Between the States, Still Standing emphasizes those attributes of the man’s character that made him so beloved among his men.
In this film, you will learn of the early childhood hardships that helped to shape the character of the man who would later be known as Confederate General “Stonewall” Jackson — among those being the early death of his father and the life-changing charge of his dying mother to “…embrace the Christian religion.” You will also follow Jackson through the Mexican American War and his pursuit of and eventual denial of Roman Catholicism. Learn also of his passion to convey the Gospel to the slaves, as well his gentle affection towards children.
Still Standing is a beautifully-told story of a real Christian hero whose determination and quest for godly excellence has won him a lasting place in history as well as in the hearts of Americans generations after his death. Click here to visit the Franklin Springs Family Media Web site and purchase your copy of Still Standing: The Stonewall Jackson Story.
A Tribute to the Confederate Cause — Sung to the tune of “Wearing of the Green”
The fearful struggle’s ended now
And peace smiles on our land,
And though we’ve yielded we have proved
Ourselves a faithful band.
We fought them long, we fought them well,
We fought them night and day,
And bravely struggled for our rights
While wearing of the gray.
And now that we have ceased to fight
And pledged our sacred word,
That we against the Union’s might
No more will draw the sword,
We feel despite the sneers of those
Who never smelt the fray,
That we’ve a manly, honest right
To wearing of the gray.
Our cause is lost the more we fight
‘Gainst o’erwhelming power,
All wearied are our limbs and drenched
With many a battle shower.
We feign we rest for want of strength
In yielding up the day,
And lower the flag so proudly born
While wearing of the gray.
Defeat is not dishonor,
Our honor not bereft,
We thank God that in our hearts
This priceless boon was left.
And though we weep just for those braves
Who stood in proud array,
Beneath our flag and nobly died
While wearing of the gray.
When in the ranks of war we stood
And faced the deadly hail,
Our simple suits of gray composed
Our only coats of mail.
And on the awful hours that marked
The bloody battle day,
In memories we’ll still be seen
Wearing of the gray.
Oh! should we reach that glorious place
Where waits a sparklin’ crown,
For everyone who for the right
His soldier life lay down.
God grant to us the privilege
Upon that happy day,
Of claspin’ hands with those who fell
While wearing of the gray.