I love history.
I sometimes think I was born in the wrong century, except I would miss my technology in about 5 minutes. We moved to Camden, SC, a little over 6 months ago, and since that time I’ve taken Eden and Caroline to the Historic Camden village about a half a dozen times. Today I was that Dad. Yes, I took my two little girls to see a revolutionary battle reenactment. We had “the talk” beforehand. I explained that it was going to be loud, that there were going to be guns and cannons, but they weren’t shooting real bullets. I told them that the soldiers were just going to pretend to be dead. In spite of it all, we went anyway. We went because they are fascinated with Historic Camden and how people used to live. We went because I love history and right now my girls love it too. We went because our nation is free because real men and women gave their very lives. When I stood out on that field and watched men dressed up as soldiers pretending to battle, I was reminded that we are in a real battle and we won’t just get up and walk off the field when this battle is over.
“For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the cosmic powers over this present darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places.” Ephesians 6:12
I’m thankful to live in this country where men died that I might live free over 200 years later. I’m more thankful, however, that Christ died 2000 years ago and won the ultimate victory.