
Christmas Lessons on Grief and Hope from the Civil War
When we think about Christmas, many of us think about traditions: the parties, the food, the lights, the music, and the outfits we wear. We think about the heartwarming 鈥渨arm and fuzzy鈥 feelings generated by giving and receiving gifts and so dramatically depicted in Christmas movies. All of these things are a gift from our Lord, and we should feel free to enjoy them! After all, 鈥淕od鈥ichly provides us everything to enjoy鈥 (1 Tim. 6:17 ESV). Many of us are in 鈥渃elebration mode鈥 this year, which is right and fitting!But what about those years when the 鈥渨arm and fuzzy鈥 feelings just aren鈥檛 there? What about seasons of societal instability and upheaval? More personally, what about times of grief or loss? I think of some members of our Emmaus community and ache with them for the losses sustained this year. What do Christmas traditions offer in those times? What can we do to celebrate alongside the hurt?
Sallie McNeill
As a historian, my mind naturally turns back to just such a time of upheaval and loss: the American Civil War. One of the primary sources I used in my MA thesis was the diary of Sallie McNeill, a Texas resident, Baylor alumnus, and devout Methodist who wrote from 1858-1867. Sallie鈥檚 reflections during the Christmas season shed light on the experiences of one family in the Civil War home front.On December 26, 1860, she wrote, 鈥淐hristmas is again with us. Ushered in, on our part, by firing guns, trees, logs, etc. The customary eggnog was duly served. Of course, the Turkey and cakes were not forgotten.鈥 This rather dry description, followed by complaints about various family members, ended on a serious note: 鈥淚 am afraid all in these troublous times, do not wish 鈥榩eace and goodwill to men,鈥 but trust there are many who welcome with joyful thanksgiving this anniversary of our Savior鈥檚 birth. 鈥楪lory to God in the highest鈥 for His 鈥榰nspeakable gift.鈥' Although the war had not yet officially started, tensions abounded and fears and forebodings troubled Sallie and her community. Yet, for this year at least, the McNeills celebrated their traditions as they normally would, which Sallie seemed to appreciate in her own way. Sometimes traditions can be a good way to refocus on the Lord and His blessings in our lives, and it seemed to work this way for Sallie. After recording her participation in the traditions, she expressed her (soon-to-be-crushed) hope for peace and thankfulness for the coming of Christ.
Christmas Grief
But what about the next year? What about 1861, the year in which the war began? Sallie鈥檚 whole attitude changed, as evidenced by her response to a well-intentioned greeting on December 16, 1861: 鈥溾橧t is a useless gesture to wish me a 鈥榟appy Christmas,鈥 said I, & felt, what a sad lonely day in prospect.鈥 To be fair, Sallie missed her family members who were involved in the war: 鈥淚 was contrasting this holiday, with last year鈥檚, thinking so longingly of the merry voices, which awakened me, then.鈥 Sallie鈥檚 focus had understandably shifted from the Lord to her personal losses.And in 1862? This is where primary sources fail us; we do not have a surviving journal entry from Christmas of 1862 or any future Christmas. Judging by her New Years鈥 entries, Sallie began to take a more dismal and despairing tone. The 1866 entry offers an illuminating sample: 鈥淎 New Year! And what do the coming months promise? Alas! as I recall the trials, and afflictions of the past Year, my heart sinks in contemplation of the Future.鈥 Although Sallie鈥檚 journal continued to reflect her strivings towards spiritual growth and hope of Heaven, she had lost her optimism and hope for this life. She had forgotten the ways in which the Lord brightens our everyday existence and had ceased to trust, with the psalmist, 鈥渢hat I shall look upon the goodness of the LORD in the land of the living鈥 (Psalm 27:13, ESV).
Hope Amidst Despair
Although such hopelessness is understandable, and I do not blame Sallie for it, it is still sad to see. If this article ended here, it would be a rather depressing one. But I would like to draw our attention to another primary source written during the Civil War, this time from the Union home front. Poet Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, in the depths of personal grief himself, wrote a reflection on the Christmas message of 鈥減eace on earth, goodwill to men.鈥 The third and fourth verses of this poem-turned-carol offer a helpful model for us:
And in despair I bowed my head:鈥淭here is no peace on earth,鈥 I said,鈥淔or hate is strong, and mocks the songOf peace on earth, good will to men.鈥漈hen pealed the bells more loud and deep:鈥淕od is not dead, nor doth He sleep;The wrong shall fail, the right prevail,With peace on earth, goodwill to men.鈥
Longfellow appears to participate in, or at least observe, Christmas worship and traditions. At the same time, he acknowledges his 鈥渄espair鈥 and does not stifle it. He expresses his grief to the Lord and receives encouragement in return. He allows himself to hear the 鈥渄eeper鈥 message of the Lord: deeper than his circumstances and losses, and deeper than the social tensions all around him. Longfellow realizes that the Lord is not ignoring us or spurning our cries for help. We can trust the just Judge to do what is right in His own perfect timing (Genesis 18:25).May we, like Longfellow, have the strength to celebrate, to grieve, to struggle, to pray, and to trust the Lord this Christmas!