I want to start off this morning with a little history quiz:
In 1754, what colonel of Virginia Militia surrendered Fort Necessity in Pennsylvania to the French? (George Washington.)
In 1775 what Virginian, appointed by the Continental Congress, took command of the continental army at Cambridge, MA? (George Washington.)
In 1863, this famous civil war battle culminated in a famously failed charge of confederate forces under the command of General George Picket. (Gettysburg.)
For sports fans, in 1962 this man became the first African-American to be inducted into the national baseball hall of fame. (Jackie Robinson.)
All these events happened on this very day, 3 July.
You did very well. You remember where we have been.
Where are you from? It is a simple question really. How many times have you been asked that by an acquaintance, or a friend?
Where are you from? It is actually a very significant question, a question that will reveal you to another, gives them a sense of who you are, what has shaped you and formed you.
How you answer that allows another to understand you better; it builds relationships, allows for greater intimacy of conversation. Or not!
When we first came to Florida and people would ask me: Where’re you from, I would say Connecticut because that is where I spent most of my early childhood. And immediately I would be classed as a Yankee which had a whole catalog of qualities and characteristics attached to it by polite southern folk.
Or to the less polite, I was a Yankee with an adjective preceding that would imply that either my origin or destiny was related to the infernal regions where the devil and Bill Sherman presided.
So I learned. When good southern folk ask me: Where are you from, I say Connecticut but southern Connecticut, and it seems to make a difference!
When I was a child there was a series on TV – whose name I cannot now remember – about a man who awoke one day and could not remember where he was from. He had amnesia. He was rootless and thus identity-less. He didn’t know who he was and how he fit in, and the show went on weekly with him trying discover his roots, who he was. Continue reading ‘Sermon preached Sunday July 3, 2011/The Rev. Richard C. Marsden’ »