Day 6: Hallowed Ground

The green, lush Pennsylvania countryside is an impressive view. Rolling hills covered in their emerald robes, sit like silent councilors, overlooking life going on around them. From a good vantage point the hills roll into the distance, as far as the eye can see creating a sea of vibrant, yet immovable life.
In these rolling hills is a place near to my heart, a place I dreamed of seeing ever since I was 14 years old. In this beautiful place, lies the Gettysburg Battlefield.
Gettysburg, a small, unassuming Pensylvanian town, became home to the bloodiest battle of the civil war, where more than 50,000 men would be killed, wounded, or missing on both the Union and the Confederate sides.
These two great armies battled for three days in this beautiful venue, July 1-3, 1863. It seems a pity that such breathtaking beauty would have to be strewn with dead bodies, natural crevasses and streams becoming pools of human blood.
War is an ugly thing. General Lee said, "It is good that war is so terrible, otherwise we would grow too fond of it."
There was one place on this battlefield I wanted to see more than any other: Little Round Top.
On July 2nd, 1863 a spiritual fingerprint was left on that hill that I felt as a 14 year-old boy, and every time that I studied the battle for Little Round Top, and more than ever today as I stood there.
I won't go into all the history of the Battle of Gettysburg, just enough to get my point across.
On this hill, Little Round Top, Captain Joshua Lawrence Chamberlain defended this key position against repeated assaults from a far larger Unit. After running out of ammunition, Chamberlain ordered a bayonet charge, running downhill to meet the oncoming rebels. His leadership won him a medal of honor, but it also consecrated that soil.
On July 2nd, that hill was changed forever. Because of what happened there, it will never be the same. Any who learn of the bravery, courage and honor given that day to protect our liberties, cannot help but feel the spiritual fingerprint their blood and sweat left on that hill.
What amazes me is that probably none of the 20th Maine had woken up that morning thinking, "Today I'm going to change history forever." It was just a normal day as a soldier, until the need arose, and they answered the call in stead of shrinking away. They, in fact, "hallowed this ground" acting on their duty in the moment.
That made me think, "can any day be my day to leave a spiritual fingerprint?" "what if today is my July 2nd on Little Round Top, and I decide to take the day off?" Every day is so important, every action has unseen effects. We never know when we'll be called into the front lines of battle and will have to make our finest stand.
In fact, in the battle we fight, often we don't realize we're even in battle. Our loving actions may change someones life without us even knowing it. What to us might just have seemed "the right thing to do", may be just the positive nudge one of out fellow soldiers needs to keep going.
Likewise, our unkind words, cutting remarks, or poor examples, may leave deep wounds that we may never even realized we caused.
The battle is raging all around us, and this day might just be my day, and your day, to make a difference and leave an eternal spiritual fingerprint. This day might be our day on Little Round Top.
P.S. I want to thank my dear Friend, Aubrey, for our conversation while I stood on Little Round Top. None of this would have been pulled together without that talk. Thank you.