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The Miracle of America

  • We Hear THE

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    In October of 1746, during what came to be known as the French and Indian War, France sent a fleet of nearly 100 ships -- the largest armada to ever approach the shores of this great land – They were here to recapture Louisburg and burn every American harbor from Boston to Charleston sparing no life along the way.

    We alone held no hope in matching the massive Canon, Gun and manpower of this great fleet. We needed a miracle! The Governor assembled what men and resources he could and called for a universal day of fasting and prayer. Thronging to the churches, people everywhere pleaded with the almighty asking for that miracle.  
    Time was short as the fleet was quickly approaching our shores. The Reverend Thomas Prince from the high pulpit of the Old South Church, prayed before hundreds. He offered up these very words:

    “Deliver us from our enemy!” He implored. “Send Thy tempest, Lord, upon the waters to the eastward! Raise Thy right hand. Scatter the ships of our tormentors and drive them hence. Sink their proud frigates beneath the power of Thy winds!”

    He had scarcely pronounced the words when the sun was consumed by darkness and there arose a great tempest in the sea.  The land was cast in shadow, as a great wind arose, shrieking around the walls of the church. Suddenly, the shutters began a violent hammering--slamming at the windows, as if the very hand of God shook the earth. The bell tower atop the old church began ringing so fiercely the people feared it would break lose, killing anyone in its path.

    “We hear Thy voice, O Lord!” he thundered triumphantly. “We hear it! Thy breath is upon the waters to the eastward, even upon the deep. Thy bell tolls for the death of our enemies!” He bowed his head in reverence; then looked up, tears streaming down his face. “Thine be the glory, Lord. Amen and amen!”

    The following day would bring the news that it was a miracle--the miracle they had prayed for. The whole fleet, nearly lost, the remaining men some sick with scurvy, some pestilential fever was observed a week later limping off to the southwest.

    God was called upon and God answered. Or country was saved; Boston wasn’t burned! Charleston wasn’t burned! New York wasn’t burned! God had once again preserved the colonists from utter destruction.

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  • Perserved For A Greater Purpose

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    “Foolishness!” The Indian chief exclaimed, as he gazed scornfully across the battlefield, “foolishness!”  From their hiding places the French and Indian soldiers could see them all… dressed in their bright red uniforms, shoulder to shoulder, 1500 marching down the forest road to their death, like a grove of small trees waiting to be chopped to the ground.

    British soldiers trained for European battle stood little chance against the French and Indian guerilla warfare. Fully exposed atop their horses, British officers attempted to hold their men in formation even as the Indian warriors shot them one by one to the ground.

    The slaughter ensued for two hours.

    “Quick!”  Yelled the Indian Chief, pointing to the young Lieutenant colonel. “Let your aim be certain, and he dies!”

    The warriors leveled their rifles at Washington. Round after round, Bullet after bullet… smoke filled the forest… Twice his horse ripped from beneath him… Twice mounting a horse left idle by the death of fellow officers. More rounds fired, the sharpshooters taking one life after another. Nearly all of the 1500 young men, sacrificed for freedom… and still, Lieutenant Colonial Washington remained.

    The native warriors stared in disbelief. Their rifles seldom missed their mark.

    “Stop firing!” the Chief commanded. “This one is under special protection of the Great Spirit.” Another brave standing nearby added, “I had seventeen clear shots at this man… and after all, none could bring him to the ground. This man was not born to be killed by the bullet.”

    As the firing slowed, lieutenant colonel Washington gathered remaining troops and retreated to safety. That evening, he noticed an odd tear in his coat. It was a bullet hole! He rolled up his sleeve and looked at his arm directly under the hole. There was no mark upon his skin. Amazed, he took off his coat to find three more holes where bullets had passed through but stopped before they reached his body. The life of George Washington had been miraculously spared…can one not naturally assume it was for the  greater purpose of securing the freedom and liberty of Gods children, that they might through Him, reach their greatest potential?
    Fifteen years later, in 1770, George Washington returned to the sacred grounds of the same Pennsylvania woods. A respected Indian chief, having heard that Washington was in the area, traveled many days to meet with him.

    He sat down with Washington, and face-to-face over a council fire, the chief told Washington the following:

    “I am a chief and ruler over my tribes. My influence extends to the waters of the great lakes and to the far Blue Mountains. I have traveled a long and weary path that I might see the young warrior of the great battle. It was on the day when the white man’s blood mixed with the streams of our forests that I first beheld this chief [Washington].
    Our rifles were leveled, rifles which, but for you, knew not how to miss—’twas all in vain, a power mightier far than we shielded you.

    Seeing you were under the special guardianship of the Great Spirit, we immediately ceased to fire. I am old and shall soon be gathered to the great council fire of my father’s in the land of the shades, but ere I go, there is something bids me speak in the voice of prophecy:

    Listen! The Great Spirit protects that man [pointing at Washington], and guides his destinies—he will become the chief of nations, and a people yet unborn will hail him as the founder of a mighty empire. I am come to pay homage to the man who is the particular favorite of Heaven, and who can never die in battle.”

    In all the years that followed in his long career, this man, George Washington, was never once wounded in battle.

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  • With Humility I Accept

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    April 18, 1775 brought news that the British Army had fired upon the American militia, and thereby started the American Revolution. During the second meeting of the Continental Congress, news of the bloodshed came with the realization that settling matters without conflict would be impossible.

    One of the first steps of the new Congress was to adopt the army gathered about Boston, calling it the Continental Army. It then became necessary to give that body a leader — a commander in chief to handle it. Opinions varied; several were ambitious for the post. George Washington, who arrived clad in his uniform as Colonel of Virginia forces, was nominated by John Adams, of Massachusetts. Recording in his diary afterward John Adams recounted:

    "I had no hesitation to declare that I had but one gentleman in my mind for that important command and that was a gentleman from Virginia, who was among us and very well known to all of us; a gentleman, whose skill and experience as an officer, whose independent fortune, great talents and excellent universal character would command the approbation of all America, and unite the cordial exertions of all the colonies better than any other person in the Union."

    The following day from his place in the assembly George Washington accepted the appointment in a brief speech, in which he said:

    "I beg they will accept my cordial thanks for this distinguished testimony of their [approval]. …I beg it may be remembered by every gentleman in the room that I this day declare with the utmost sincerity I do not think myself equal to the command I am honored with. As to pay, Sir, I do not wish to make any profit from it."

    And so it was, with his instructions and a packet of commissions for his staff of officers, General Washington made preparations to leave for Boston.

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  • All My Love Abigail

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    John and his wife Abigail were committed to justice and all that was right; but their tasks weighed heavily upon their shoulders, and often required long absences from one another…many of their letters of support, love and encouragement were preserved and give us a glimpse into this pioneering and dedicated couple…

    Dearest John, It feels as though we have spent a far greater portion of our marriage apart, than together. Strange how the sun rises and sets whether you be at my side or not.  But in this cause we build a future—it is our legacy--freedom is the best gift we can impart to our children, We shall fight for the rights of men and women, and shall prevail against those who would deny us this agency!

    All my love Abigail

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  • All My Love John

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    John and his wife Abigail were committed to justice and all that was right; but their tasks weighed heavily upon their shoulders, and often required long absences from one another…many of their letters of support, love and encouragement were preserved and give us a glimpse into this pioneering and dedicated couple…

    My Dear Abigail, It is hard indeed to be apart. The price we pay is dear. But this good work is ours to do—for in our sacrifice we lay the foundation of a nation that will endow all men with equality and the ability to reach their greatest potential. Pray God will guide our minds, on this our noble quest that all man may be free-- free to live, worship, and speak as they may.

    All my love, John

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  • An Inspired Work

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    On June 11th, 1776, John Adams was one of five delegates appointed to begin drafting a declaration of independence. When the task came down to Thomas Jefferson or John Adams, Jefferson proposed that Adams make the draft. To which John Adams answered, “I will not, you should do it.” Oh no!” Jefferson exclaimed, “Why will you not, you should do it.” “I will not.” Adams replied. “I have reasons enough.” “What could be your reasons?” queried Jefferson. Adams gave him three. “Reason first, you are a Virginian and a Virginian ought to appear at the head of this business. Reason second, I am obnoxious, suspected, and unpopular; you are very much otherwise. Reason third, you can write ten times better than I can.” “Well, Jefferson said, “if you are decided I will do as well as I can.”

    1776 was a very difficult year for the Americans. It was a particularly difficult year for Thomas Jefferson. Within months of the death of his daughter, his beloved mother passed away, and his wife became extremely ill. His concern over the fate of his country and the state of Virginia gave him severe migraine headaches that would last for weeks at a time. But Thomas Jefferson was not a man to be easily be deterred—no matter the adversity, he pressed forward in his determination to see America’s liberation from British rule.

    Jefferson communicated the document, first, to John Adams and Benjamin Franklin requesting their wisdom because, he said, “They were the two members of whose judgments and amendments I wished most to have the benefit… Their alterations were two or three only.”

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  • A Candle To The World

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    Jefferson communicated the document, first, to John Adams and Benjamin Franklin requesting their wisdom because, he said, “They were the two members of whose judgments and amendments I wished most to have the benefit… Their alterations were two or three only.”

    With no further alterations by the committee, the sacred document was presented to John Hancock and the rest of the continental congress where it met with a storm of debate. Tossed to and fro, this fragile document finally rested on the reverent waters of calm where among the many changes made, none were found to alter the “ancient principles,” they would now set perched upon a hill as a light to all mankind.

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  • The Sacrifice Be Mine

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    It was not yet settled, the vote still needed to be taken. The Continental Congress pressed for Independence.  They knew the realization of the American dream would require the signature of every colony delegate upon the Declaration of Independence, but the two delegates from Delaware were deadlocked and the third, Caesar Rodney, was not in Philadelphia. With a true sense of urgency, a messenger was dispatched immediately to find Mr. Rodney.

    Mr. Rodney finding that much discontent existed, particularly in the county of Sussex, and anxious at so critical a period that congress should have--as much as possible--the general voice in favor of the decisive measures it was about to pursue, obtained leave of absence for a short time, and returned to Delaware to use his personal influence among the people. He succeeded to a very great extent, in preparing and reconciling the people to a change.
    During his absence, however, the issue of independence had reached a fevered pitch. Congress understood that the declaration should be carried by a unanimous vote of the states, and it became apparent that Mr. Rodney was needed back in Philadelphia immediately. The dispatched message no sooner reached him, than, laying aside all other engagements--including a much needed voyage to England for a possibly life-saving procedure to cure his skin cancer, Caesar Rodney rode eighty miles through the night during a torrential downpour, arriving in Philadelphia on July 2nd, 1776 just as the voting was beginning.

    Rodney arrived lacerated and in much pain, but participated nonetheless, “In his boots and spurs.” This too was a man inflamed with the godly desire for freedom…he understood his role in the birth of the free nation, and would not be deterred from his course…

    Caesar Rodney’s critical vote allowed the Delaware colony to join the others in making a unanimous vote for Independence. His sacrifice would cost him his life however, for he would never fully recover from his nighttime ride, and in his weakened state, he succumbed to the skin cancer he had left untreated…

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    “Foolishness!” The Indian chief exclaimed, as he gazed scornfully across the battlefield, “foolishness!”  From their hiding places the French and Indian soldiers could see them all… dressed in their bright red uniforms, shoulder to shoulder, 1500 marching down the forest road to their death, like a grove of small trees waiting to be chopped to the ground.

    British soldiers trained for European battle stood little chance against the French and Indian guerilla warfare. Fully exposed atop their horses, British officers attempted to hold their men in formation even as the Indian warriors shot them one by one to the ground.

    The slaughter ensued for two hours.

    “Quick!”  Yelled the Indian Chief, pointing to the young Lieutenant colonel. “Let your aim be certain, and he dies!”

    The warriors leveled their rifles at Washington. Round after round, Bullet after bullet… smoke filled the forest… Twice his horse ripped from beneath him… Twice mounting a horse left idle by the death of fellow officers. More rounds fired, the sharpshooters taking one life after another. Nearly all of the 1500 young men, sacrificed for freedom… and still, Lieutenant Colonial Washington remained.

    The native warriors stared in disbelief. Their rifles seldom missed their mark.

    “Stop firing!” the Chief commanded. “This one is under special protection of the Great Spirit.” Another brave standing nearby added, “I had seventeen clear shots at this man… and after all, none could bring him to the ground. This man was not born to be killed by the bullet.”

    As the firing slowed, lieutenant colonel Washington gathered remaining troops and retreated to safety. That evening, he noticed an odd tear in his coat. It was a bullet hole! He rolled up his sleeve and looked at his arm directly under the hole. There was no mark upon his skin. Amazed, he took off his coat to find three more holes where bullets had passed through but stopped before they reached his body. The life of George Washington had been miraculously spared…can one not naturally assume it was for the  greater purpose of securing the freedom and liberty of Gods children, that they might through Him, reach their greatest potential?
    Fifteen years later, in 1770, George Washington returned to the sacred grounds of the same Pennsylvania woods. A respected Indian chief, having heard that Washington was in the area, traveled many days to meet with him.

    He sat down with Washington, and face-to-face over a council fire, the chief told Washington the following:

    “I am a chief and ruler over my tribes. My influence extends to the waters of the great lakes and to the far Blue Mountains. I have traveled a long and weary path that I might see the young warrior of the great battle. It was on the day when the white man’s blood mixed with the streams of our forests that I first beheld this chief [Washington].
    Our rifles were leveled, rifles which, but for you, knew not how to miss—’twas all in vain, a power mightier far than we shielded you.

    Seeing you were under the special guardianship of the Great Spirit, we immediately ceased to fire. I am old and shall soon be gathered to the great council fire of my father’s in the land of the shades, but ere I go, there is something bids me speak in the voice of prophecy:

    Listen! The Great Spirit protects that man [pointing at Washington], and guides his destinies—he will become the chief of nations, and a people yet unborn will hail him as the founder of a mighty empire. I am come to pay homage to the man who is the particular favorite of Heaven, and who can never die in battle.”

    In all the years that followed in his long career, this man, George Washington, was never once wounded in battle.

    Orange Fish