I'd like to share some of my thoughts in the Civil War.
I know that this can be a touchy subject, but I'd like to share some personal feelings.
Many people have heard me argue about this troublesome time in our nation, and I'm sorry if I ever got a bit too passionate.
God has convicted me in some of these things, and sometimes I get carried away. I really don't know why I have such an interest in the Civil War, but it is something I truly enjoy learning about.
It was a truly sad time in our nation, and I'm not prejudice about the South, nor do I mention it to start a hot argument.
Some people do think it's simply fun to get into a nice, fiery debate over which side was correct, but that isn't ever my intention.
It's something much too sorrowful for me to do that.
There is something so deep, so sad, in the way that brother had to rise against brother, father against son, to take up arms and kill people they love.
When people mention the Civil War, I don't see glory and honor, although there was a lot of that ,too. I see sorrow, like I see every time I look into President Lincoln's eyes. I see pain, like I see when I read first-hand accounts of the war. I see grief, like I see each time I see a mother who has lost a child.
Many didn't come home from those bloody battlefields, many lost an arm, an leg, their eyesight, their hearing. Many were permanently disabled from serving their nation.
And there is more than just their physical injuries. Have you ever killed another human being?
You can't even imagine the pain and regret those poor men had to face each time they thought back to those horrible moments.
War is a terrible thing that no one should have to endure, and when we look back on the Civil War, it should be with compassion, not hate.
Thankfulness that you never had to take up arms against your own.
Forgiveness for your enemy, and pride for all those poor men.
Just some of my thoughts on this December afternoon...