I don’t hide my love for Williamsburg, VA. What’s been accomplished by the Williamsburg Foundation is nothing short of marvelous. Ever since my wife and I took our honeymoon there, we’ve been going back. Our kids consider it our vacation spot, which makes me glad. This week we all took a trip down to Williamsburg for Spring Break. It was our first-ever Spring Break trip, and where else would we take it except our vacation spot? Being in Williamsburg during Spring Break is a bit different than heading there during the summer-months, so I’m reflecting
Our over-all experience at Williamsburg was, as usual, spectacular. We learn something new every time we go, and this trip was no different. Of particular interest this trip was what happened in the public Gaol at the time the Colonial government collapsed. We’ve known about the events surrounding the collapse of the government for years, but we’d never imagined what impact it would have had on the courts. In the Colonial government the governor was the head of the high-court, which heard all cased involving felonies. Without the governor to call the court to order, arrested felons continued to fill up the Gaol as they awaited trial – at the height of the problem there were around 70 people packed into a facility designed for perhaps 2 dozen. Not surprisingly, this led to some serious health issues. These issues became so bad, and the wait for a “speedy trial” became so long, that some prisoners actually broke out of the Gaol prior to the establishment of Virginia’s commonwealth government. It’s yet another glimpse into just how disruptive the outbreak of the Revolution was to the social fabric of the Colonies.
One of the most interesting encounters we had in this historic area occurred in Charlton’s Coffeehouse as we sat down to sample some of their excellent drinking chocolate. As we entered the public room, my son and I were invited to sit down by a man interpreting an Anglican priest. We struck up a conversation and I steered the conversation to the possibility of a non-Anglican being called as chaplain to the delegates who were putting together the framework for the new government. As I expected, he blanched at the possibility (and was particularly put-off at my mention of Patrick Henry) – and then forgave my mistake because I was from New Jersey where we have no established Church. He then went on to inquire as to why New Jersey didn’t just make the Presbyterians the established Church – as they seemed to be everywhere in the Colony thanks to Princeton. When I replied, “Well, New Jersey also welcomes Baptists” he scowled and ended our interview. What fun! He was an amazing interpreter.
April is also Religion in American History month down in Williamsburg, which led to my last treat on the trip. Thursday afternoon I went to a presentation on American folk hymns. For an hour Timothy Seaman shared stories and performed several folk tunes which became attached to hymns as settlers moved West. Of all the stories which he told, the most interesting is tied to the tune normally associated with “What wondrous love is this?” Apparently, the tune is derived from a broad-sheet ballad first sold at the hanging of Captain Kidd!
Here’s the lyrics (from here):
My name was Robert Kidd, when I sailed, when I sailed;
My name was Robert Kidd, when I sailed;
My name was Robert Kidd, God’s laws I did forbid,
So wickedly I did when I sailed, when I sailed
So wickedly I did when I sailed.
These experiences are why we keep going back. What the Colonial Williamsburg Foundation has accomplished is truly unique, and well worth the trip.






Don’t comment angry
There’s a lot I agree with in the article I agree with. In fact, there’s a great deal in the article which I feel. I’ve never quite understood why I should treasure something just because you think it’s “nice.” This doesn’t mean I’m not happy for people who enjoy “nice” things because they are “nice,” it’s just not my cup of tea, so I’m quite happy being pleased from a distance.
I don’t necessarily agree with the take-away from the post, which seems to trash the concept of heirlooms itself as a relic from a bygone era, but the lesson is well-learned nonetheless. Coming generations maintain connections differently than more recent ones – and that needs to be acknowledged instead of ridiculed.
None of that is why I’m writing this post. How’s that for B-movie misdirection?
I’m writing this post because of the comments to the referenced story. Comments which make me despair for humanity. In particular this comment made me want to weep:
Now, many Christians (including me) are tempted to be angered and hurt by such a statement. That, after all, is the point of making such a statement in the first place – to hurt others so people could see just how much one hates the target.
So how should Christians respond to statements like the above? I’ve seen see a wide range of responses – smug superiority, outrage, fear, pain, and even compassion. In the comments to articles, which I should just give up for Lent and forever, the most prominent tend to be outrage and smugness. Too often Christians respond with equally hurtful messages along the lines of, “Well one day you’ll find out you were wrong” or “you stupid atheists are the reason God is pouring out judgement on this country.” Nobody wounds others like a wounded person. If I am learning anything about interactions on the Internet it’s this, “Don’t post out of a sense of retaliation.” It doesn’t help.
So how should we respond? Well, this week is Palm Sunday, and I’m preaching out of Isaiah 50:4-9. In this passage the prophet declares how he’d been given the tongue of “one who was learned” so that he might help the weary. Morning after morning Isaiah’s ears were opened so he might continue to be taught for that ministry. He never rebelled or turned back from it.
His obedience, however, came only through a great many temptations to walk a path other than the one God had called him to walk. Just look at verse 6:
Had Isaiah responded disgrace for disgrace, he wouldn’t be the person he’d been called to be.
Preaching this passage on Palm Sunday is particularly telling. Like the prophet before him, Jesus turned fixedly toward Jerusalem (what Isaiah calls a “face like a flint”) and went to the Holy City. He went to be treated in the exact same fashion, respond with the same obedient response, and in so doing conquer sin and death.
Jesus’ link to Isaiah’s obedience wasn’t only meant for him personally, however, nor is it isolated to his Passion. In fact, in Matthew 5:38-39, Jesus tells his disciples to “turn the other cheek.” That is, to respond to insult by offering to be insulted again rather than retaliate. This is not an easy path, but following Jesus is supposed to be a radically different lifestyle.
So next time you see someone insulting your faith, trying to make you angry and retaliate in some fashion, remember Isaiah. Remember Jesus. Remember what you’ve been commanded to do, and turn the other cheek. Jesus doesn’t need to be defended by our presumed cleverness or angry retorts. He wants us to love others every bit as much as he loves us.
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