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“But sing, poet, in our name; sing of the love we bore him”*

by chuckofish

Today we celebrate the birthday of Abraham Lincoln (1809-65). Before becoming President, Lincoln served four terms in the Illinois House of Representatives for Sangamon County. Every time I cross into Sangamon County on my way to Mahomet, I think of that. (Also it makes me happy to cross the Sangamon River four times on my way to my destination.)

Lincoln was largely self-educated. It is said that at home he read the Bible and Pilgrim’s Progress–the only books in the house. You could do a lot worse. He never went to college or law school. Back in the day, that didn’t hold one back.

Some members of the educated elite of the time looked down on our 16th President. His enemies in the press called him terrible names and were embarrassed by what they perceived sophisticated Europeans thought of him. They made fun of his looks. Some things never change.

President Ulysses Grant was not the main speaker when Abraham Lincoln’s tomb was dedicated on Oct. 15, 1874. He was asked to deliver the official dedication address, but declined, feeling that he was incapable of doing justice to the memory of the illustrious dead. He did, however, give a short speech at the ceremony, which was attended by an estimated 25,000 people.

Here is the full text of Grant’s speech, as reported by the Illinois State Journal on Oct. 16,1874.

Mr. Chairman, Ladies and Gentlemen:

On an occasion like the present I feel it a duty on my part to bear testimony to the great and good qualities of the patriotic man whose earthly remains rest beneath the monument now being dedicated. It was not my fortune to make the personal acquaintance of Mr. Lincoln until the last year of the great struggle for national existence.

During the three years of doubting and despondency among the many patriotic men of the country, Abraham Lincoln never for a moment doubted but that the final result would be in favor of peace, union and freedom to every race in this broad land. His faith in an All-wise Providence directing our arms to this final result was the faith of the Christian that his Redeemer liveth.

Amidst obloquy, personal abuse, and hate undisguised, and which was given vent to without restraint through the press, upon the stump, and in private circles, he remained the same staunch, unyielding servant of the people, never exhibiting a revengeful feeling towards his traducers, but he rather pitied them and hoped for their own sake, and the good name of their posterity, that they might desist. For a single moment it did not occur to him that the man Lincoln was being assailed, but that a treasonable spirit, one willing to destroy the existence of the freest government the sun ever shined upon, was giving vent to itself as the Chief Executive of the nation, only because he was such executive. As a lawyer in your midst he would have avoided all this slander – for his life was a pure and simple one – and no doubt would have been a much happier man, but who can tell what might have been the fate of the Nation but for the pure, unselfish and wise administration of a Lincoln?

From March 1864 to the day when the hand of the assassin opened a grave for Mr. Lincoln, then President of the United States, my personal relations with him were as close and intimate as the nature of our respective duties would permit. To know him personally was to love and respect him for his great qualities of heart and head, and for his patience and patriotism.

With all his disappointments from failures on the part of those to whom he had intrusted command, and treachery on the part of those who had gained his confidence but to betray it, I never heard him utter a complaint, nor cast a censure for bad conduct or bad faith. It was his nature to find excuses for his adversaries.

In his death the nation lost its greatest hero. In his death the South lost its most just friend.

(Original content of the text of the speech copyright Sangamon County Historical Society.)

Abraham Lincoln and Ulysses Grant–the best.

*Walt Whitman, “Hush’d be the Camps To-Day”

That vs. this

by chuckofish

As you can see, the snow is mostly all gone except where those big piles are slowly melting.

Yesterday I didn’t wear a coat when I went out to lunch! (Of course, as to be expected, there were people out and about wearing shorts and t-shirts, but that’s ridiculous!)

Here is John Piper talking about aging, which I find very relevant and you might too. “Between now and the moment we die, we are walking into an unknown country. No matter how many steps you have taken to make it feel secure, it’s not — not in this world.”

“For age is opportunity no less
Than youth itself, though in another dress,
And as the evening twilight fades away
The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.”

–Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Thought for the day

by chuckofish

I found this clipping in a box of my parent’s things. It seems like something my Boston grandmother would have cut out and shared with ANC III.

There is, of course, no Choister Cathedral in England. It must be a typo–Chester Cathedral? When you google ‘choister’ it defaults to Chorister. According to the Urban Dictionary choisters are “Asian women who follow the popular influencer, Michelle Choi. Most commonly, they follow her fashion style, habits, and dogs.” Well, who knew?

The world is more than we know.

And this was the moon on Sunday night…

P.S. Punxsutawney Phil predicted six more weeks of winter after seeing his shadow on Groundhog Day 2026. Oh goodie.

At a humble window see

by chuckofish

Yesterday was a beautiful day–cold, but beautiful. Blue sky, untouched white snow reflecting the sunlight. Very nice. I sat in my office and watched a huge red-tailed hawk cruise around.

Here’s a poem, “Shovelling Snow” by Harry Edward Mills, written around 1901:

And Don shared this lovely Dan Fogelberg piece with me:

More cold weather coming up, so I’ll be sitting by my window for the foreseeable future.

“Every bit we eat, and every drop we drink is mercy; every step we take, and every breath we draw, mercy. [These are] what we have reason to acknowledge with thankfulness to God’s praise.” (Matthew Henry, 1662-1713)

What is the sound of one hand clapping?

by chuckofish

My driveway was plowed yesterday morning and the front walk cleared (with a leaf blower!) so I was free to move around the neighborhood. I went to the public library to return some books, including two murder mysteries written by A.B. Guthrie, Jr. in the 1970s, which I enjoyed. The library was closed, like a lot of other places. Officially we got 8.5 inches of snow in Kirkwood. Seems about right. Now we are adjusting to sub-zero temps and continuing to hunker down.

Today we toast two writers who both died on January 27–John Updike in 2009 and J.D. Salinger in 2010.

They are both writers I admire a lot.

In honor of the aforementioned birthdays, I re-read For Esmé–with Love and Squalor. I was pleased that I still regarded it with the same enthusiasm as I did years ago.

They sang without instrumental accompaniment–or, more accurately in their case, without any interference. Their voices were melodious and unsentimental, almost to the point where a somewhat more denominational man than myself might, without straining, have experienced levitation. A couple of the very youngest children dragged the tempo a trifle, but in a way that only the composer’s mother could have found fault with. I had never heard the hymn, but I kept hoping it was one with a dozen or more verses.

Keep warm. Happy Tuesday!

The sky is low/The wind is gray/The radiator/Purrs all day.*

by chuckofish

I continue to take down my Christmas decorations and to tidy up my house. I am also working on the Kirkwood Historical Review and getting it ready to send off to the printer. But I like to take a break on the yellow antique loveseat in my office and read the internet or poetry and listen to the woodpecker outside in the tree by my window.

Sometimes I catch a glimpse of him and it is very exciting.

(I wish I had taken this photo, but, of course, I did not. Thank you @audubonsociety.)

Anyway, the pace of January is much slower than December and that is okay with me.

And, hey, my new sweet grandson Wes is a month old (four weeks) today!

*John Updike, “January”

“E: Well, shall we go? V: Yes, let’s go. (They do not move)”*

by chuckofish

Well, we’re still waiting! I have been here a week–I hope I don’t have to leave before the baby arrives–Zut alors! mais c’est la vie.

In the meantime, while we’re waiting, here are Kevin DeYoung’s 10 best books of 2025.

Here are the 6 Favorite Christmas Hymns of Keith and Kristyn Getty. I concur!

And rest in peace Raul Malo, the lead singer of the Mavericks, who died on Monday.

What a voice!

And last week in Gatlinburg…

*Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot

And all shall be well and All manner of thing shall be well*

by chuckofish

I made it safely to the snow-covered prairie–a very windy trip, but uneventful. I controlled my 241 horses and raced north, arriving in good time. Praise the Lord.

All is well.

*And all shall be well and
All manner of thing shall be well
When the tongues of flames are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one.

— T. S. Eliot, Little GiddingFour Quartets

O for a thousand tongues to sing my great Redeemer’s praise

by chuckofish

Well, how was your weekend? I enjoyed some quality time with my therapy dog…

We celebrated daughter #1’s birthday, but it was pretty low-key–burgers ‘n fries at the boy’s house and a French Silk pie…

It was quite hot on Saturday so we bailed on the Greentree Festival in our flyover town. I did, however, go to the bud’s soccer game on Sunday–so hot–96 degrees–but I am a devoted Mamu!

We went after church and Sunday School and a change of clothes at my house. By 1:30 I was wiped out!

Our current sermon series is on Philippians, so Sunday’s verses were very appropriate to what is going on in our country.

I want you to know, brothers, that what has happened to me has really served to advance the gospel, 13 so that it has become known throughout the whole imperial guard and to all the rest that my imprisonment is for Christ. 14 And most of the brothers, having become confident in the Lord by my imprisonment, are much more bold to speak the word without fear. (Phil. 1:12-14)

Christ reframes everything, including the way we see our trials. Never forget that God is in control. Our Sunday School class on C.S. Lewis was also excellent and I appreciated that our teacher opened up the last 15 minutes of class to a discussion about Charlie Kirk–something we would never do in church or our sermon.

And this is the transcript of a podcast with Kevin DeYoung which is very helpful about processing violence and grief. “We never want to normalize evil, but we are trying to normalize that God has been with his people and has been with us personally through difficulties, national tragedies, and that same God is going to be with you…They need to know and hear from us a faith that we have, that God has not left the throne, that this did not take him by surprise, and that the end of the story has not yet been written for us, but it has been for God, and it’s ultimately a good story, right?”

Amen.

This is a new Lauren Daigle song (at least to me)–a re-working of the well-known Frances Ridley Havergal (1874) Anglican hymn:

Take my life and let it be
consecrated, Lord, to thee.
Take my moments and my days;
let them flow in endless praise,
let them flow in endless praise.

Way back Wednesday

by chuckofish

I was thinking about my grandkids going back to school on Monday and in particular Katie, who started Kindergarten. (I hear that she was a bit disappointed that she did not learn to read on the first day.) Anyway, I looked up my class picture from Kindergarten in 1961–there I am on the right with the bangs. I liked school. I had made it through Junior Kindergarten and learned the ropes. I have no doubt that little Katie will like school too–she has a long road ahead of her!

“I suppose identity depends on memory. And if memory is blotted out, then I wonder if I exist–I mean if I am the same person. Of course, I don’t have to solve that problem. It is up to God, if any.”

–Jorge Luis Borges