As many times as I have read about Lincoln and/or watched movies about it and documentaries this was the first time I was struck by the magnitude of the burden he carried with the situation between the states and the civil war. This was on top of the grief of his son’s death, his depression, and his wife’s disorders. Knowing that men are dying in battle is one thing, to actually see them bloodied and torn apart by bullets on the battlefield is another and then to go to the hospitals and see what is left of those injured must have been overwhelming.
Above all however, what really grabbed me was the word freedom. It brought home to me that the word freedom and what it represents brings with it tremendous responsibility to ourselves, our country and to those around the world. “To whom much is given much is expected” so to speak. Freedom comes with a price–a high price. It should be cherished and protected at all cost. It should be understood. We need to know what freedom means.
I hope I remember to give thanks for our freedom everyday and to cherish it and to learn its meaning and to use it wisely and productively.