Andrew Jackson: Steady Through Sorrow

Here is a post I pulled off of the Ballantyne the Brave  blog, and I wanted to share with everybody.         
 

Andrew Jackson is known for his Indian campaigns, the victorious battle of New Orleans, and two terms of presidency. His rugged exterior, noble heart, and fiery temper have all become legendary. What is not so well known is the sorrow-stricken childhood he experienced.

A month before Andrew Jackson, the famous soldier and politician was born, his father, also named Andrew Jackson, strained himself while at work on their farm and died. His wife was left with two boys, which quickly became three as Andy saw the light of his first day.

Jackson was born in the tumultuous year of 1767. The passions of American colonists mounted as the years rolled towards that glorious day in 1776 when our rights would be declared inviolable as a separate country from Great Britain. When fighting broke out, Andy's elder brother, Hugh, quickly entered the contest and was killed in battle against the redcoats. Passionate young Andrew, fully engaged in the feelings of his countrymen and devoted to American independence, joined the army as a courier in 1780 at the tender age of thirteen, along with his sixteen-year-old brother.

Andrew made himself useful carrying dispatches and orders along the southern roads from commander to commander. During one of the frequent British raids, he and his brother were captured and taken prisoners of war. When commanded to black the commanding officer's boots, Jackson refused, receiving a deep saber cut for his response. His brother was also wounded by the same soldier, after which both were placed in the rotting, fever-infested prison quarters at Camden, South Carolina.

Both lads became ill during their interment, and their brave mother, determining not to let her boys suffer alone, convinced the commanding British officer to let her nurse her sons. Eventually they were released, but Robert, Andrew's only remaining brother, died in quick succession as a result of is incarceration. As a final blow, Elizabeth Jackson also succumbed to the disease, leaving Andrew Jackson as the sole member of his family by the age of fourteen.

These times must have been very black indeed to a young boy just starting in life. However, he buckled to his tasks, and, endowed with a decent amount of capital from his father's estate, provided for himself. He could have wallowed in his misery, bemoaning his losses and feeling sorry for himself. Instead, he "girded up his loins" like a man, and set out on the rough road of life.

Although I don't agree with everything Andrew Jackson did, or believed in, he is an example of a young man who lived through tremendous hardship and grief without giving in. His will was inflexible, his sense of honor impeccable, his temper a glowing ember. However, he had an enormous love for children, and, although not blessed with any progeny, he played a father's role in many children's lives, including that of the famous Sam Houston. Remembering the pain as a child of lacking a father, Jackson filled this role to many of the children who grew up around his home.

Andrew Jackson is another example of an imperfect but noble man, who rose above the conditions in which he found himself, showing indomitable courage, unquenchable energy, and untarnished honor. It is my hope that we all will bear in mind his example!

Here are some pictures I took recently at my Dad's golf course. My favorate picture is the one of the bird "taking off".

Here are some pictures I took yesterday and I thought I'd share them. Anna Grace said I was crazy because I only took pictures of trees.:)

Except the LORD build the house

A Song of degrees for Solomon. Except the LORD build the house, they labour in vain that build it: except the LORD keep the city, the watchman waketh but in vain. It is vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the bread of sorrows: for so he giveth his beloved sleep.


(Psa 127:1-2 KJV)

2 Timothy 1:8-10

8 Therefore do not be ashamed of the testimony about our Lord, nor of me his prisoner, but share in suffering for the gospel by the power of God, 9 who saved us and called us to a holy calling, not because of our works but because of his own purpose and grace, which he gave us in Christ Jesus before the ages began, 10 and which now has been manifested through the appearing of our Savior Christ Jesus, a who abolished death and brought life and immortality to light through the gospel,...

You Forgot My Soul

I wanted to share this poem Peyton showed me today I thought was really good, and convicting.
                                                                 
                              You Forgot My Soul


You lived next door to me for years;

We shared our dreams, our joys and tears.

A friend to me you were indeed,

A friend who helped me when in need.



My faith in you was strong and sure.

We had such trust as should endure.

No “words” between us could impose;

Our friends were like – and so, our foes.



What sadness, then, my friend, to find

That, after all, you weren’t so kind;

The day my life on earth did end,

I found you weren’t a faithful friend.



For all those years we spent on earth,

You never talked of second birth.

You never spoke of my lost soul

And of the Christ Who’d make me whole.



I’m lost today eternally

And tell you now my earnest plea.

You cannot do a thing for me –

No words today my bonds will free.



But – do not err, my friend, again –

Do all you can for souls of men.

Plead now with them quite earnestly,

Lest they be cast in hell with me.



-Author Unknown.

I started another blog some time ago, Daily Bread and it's just a place where I post Scripture and sermons and stuff like that. Well I thought I would let other people post on there if they liked, so if you are interested in being a contributer to Daily Bread then you will have to email me at the1sthunt@gmail.com . So if anyone wants to, email me and I'll send you an invite.

Give away

There is an awsome give away of a book by John Piper over at Winsome Coposition by Karis.

You got to enter Here!