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Father Abraham had two sons.
Two sons had Father Abraham.
One was born of slave. His name was Confederate.
The other—Union—was birthed in free will.
Confederate worked very hard planting the land, establishing a close-knit home where family was honored above all and faith was treasured. In the household of Confederate, change was feared, opening the door to superstition, aggravation and an unrighteous pride about race.
Union, on the other hand, sat on the cusp of a great industrial revolution, where a man’s work was in a line of assembly, his home perched in the midst of hundreds of other families. Union believed his faith was better expressed by his deeds, and that change was the only way to frighten superstition and dispel racial baiting.
Father Abraham understood both of his sons.
After all, he, himself, was conceived and reared in blue grass but nurtured in a spring field.
But try as he would, Father Abraham was unable to bring the boys to cooperation. They argued, they struggled, and eventually they chose to fight. Just short of the last drop of blood flowing from their veins, peace was sought.
It was a tenuous agreement, and even while the ink was drying on the pages of the treaty, a friend of Confederate killed Father Abraham.
It enraged Union.
It made Confederate defensive, feeling compelled to explain the sinister deed.
Even to this day, the two brothers are segregated, isolated in their politics and their traditions—one believing that life is more a “state of mind,” and the other rallying behind “we, the people.”
Father Abraham had two sons.
Two sons had Father Abraham.
I am one of them
And so are you
So let’s just praise the Lord.
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