I awoke this morning and sat nursing Sophia in the glider. As I was nursing her, I heard what sounded like canonshot off in the distance. You see, we live near Antietam Battlefield and this weekend was the 150th anniversary of the bloodiest day of the Civil War (that is bloodshed in a single day, not the bloodiest battle of the war.) In hearing the canonshot, I wondered at the people who lived in the nearby homes that day many, many years ago. How they must have wondered if their homes would be overrun that day or the next. If they would lose all they had. I could not imagine what that would be like having never had to experience war first hand on American soil. I thank God for that blessing. Today, there are many around the world who are not so fortunate. I offer my prayers for them and for the soldiers who fought bravely so long ago on both sides of the battle, that they may rest in peace and know that we have not forgotten the sacrifices made by them and their families.
|Father James with Dave, myself, Judy and Tom, the godparents.|
|Sophia in her dress!|
|Father James with the kids.|