Presidents Day

President's Day

Each year, on the occasion of our first president's birthday, our nation honors all our presidents with 'President's Day'.

Since we are told over and over that religion has no place in government, I thought you might find the following story to be of some interest.
The year was 1965. I had recently begun a new pastorate, and in the membership was a beloved elderly lady, who was the widow of an equally beloved pastor and missionary, who had just recently been called home to be with his Lord. She asked if I would like to take possession of his library. I eagerly accepted and after placing the books in my library, began to go through them. Some of the more interesting things were the notes this brother had made in the margins and flyleaves. Then, as I opened another book, I found a handwritten document. It was written in pencil on two pieces of lined paper and was in this brother's handwriting. While I cannot personally vouch for the facts of the event, I can say that the one who penned it down, was known for his integrity.

Here it is as I remember it;
A STORY I HEARD MY GRANDFATHER TELL
General Washington and his troops had just lost a battle with a superior force of British troops. As they retreated, they came to a stream over which they had to cross to reach a mountain pass, which would lead them to safety. It was late in the day, and it was decided that after crossing the stream, it would be unwise to try to negotiate the pass after dark; so they camped there for the night.
Soon the British forces arrived, and thinking they had Washington and his troops trapped, set up camp on the edge of the stream, so that with first light they could cross and finish off the rebels.
It looked like a hopeless situation. A Baptist Chaplain with the American troops, went out into the brush along the stream to pray. Soon, General Washington joined him and together they went to the Lord in fervent prayer. After a while, the General arose, laid his hand on the Chaplain's shoulder and said, "We've done all we can. It's in God's hands now."
During the night a storm gathered. Lightning flashed and thunder roared. Rain fell in a torrent. The Americans had camped on the hillside and though soaked, were safe. As dawn broke, and they could see across the stream, the British forces were in total dissarray. Having camped in the low ground along the stream, they had been flooded and were engaged in trying to save themselves.
As the sun broke over the scene, the Americans made their way up the pass singing praises to God.
Is this a true story or a legend? I don't know, but I do know that the leaders of our nation were, at it's founding, not ashamed to invoke the name of Jesus Christ.
Psa 33:12 Blessed is the nation whose God is the LORD; and the people whom he hath chosen for his own inheritance.
Psa 9:17 The wicked shall be turned into hell, and all the nations that forget God.