Are your children passionate about history? Passionate about discovering the unknown patriots to whom we owe our very lives? This Independence Day, read on to discover one unknown patriot who just might inspire some passion for history you never knew you or your children possessed!

I’m passionate about the unknown–for the possibilites behind it intrigue and excite me. The possibility of finding the book in the ceiling-high shelves of dusty paperbacks. The possibility of meeting a kindred spirit in a room full of strangers. The possibility of discovering someone—my own private hero—whom history has forgotten and libraries ignore–someone you have never heard of and only Google seems to remember anymore.

Sadly, the selective memory of history makes for so many more unknowns than there should be. Everyone can rhyme “1492” with “ocean blue” in their sleep, and Thomas Jefferson, Alexander Hamilton, and Daniel Webster deserve every bit of respect and fame and paragraphs in history books that they receive. But what about the others? What about the ones you have to read between the lines of the books to discover? What about the passionate patriots who died in the Boston Massacre, and what of the women who were forced to house British soldiers against their will? And what of the man—described as attractive, tall, handsome, elegant, with piercing dark eyes—who is my private hero?

I’ll introduce you. An attorney from New Jersey. The member of the New Jersey Committee of Safety, the commissary general of prisoners for the Continental army, the member of the New Jersey Provincial Congress, the two-time delegate from New Jersey to Continental Congress, the member of US House of Representatives for six years, the director of the US Mint from 1795-1805, and the trustee of Princeton University.

If you scanned over that paragraph because you thought it was overwhelming, maybe that’s because it was! This is a man who was baptized by George Whitefield. He was the Romeo of his day who ardently pursued his hard-to-get sweetheart and then devoted his life to her for the next 43 years, a man whose sense of humor shown out as he lovingly and playfully upbraided his daughter, Susan, for her negligence to write him letters. He begged her even for the chit-chat of the day, if she could not manage anything else.

But beyond all of this historical fact, I want you to know this man, as if you were sitting and talking to him over your Fourth of July fried chicken.

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He was the James Brady of his day: the sort of fellow who would take the position of comissary general—one that was unpopular, unpleasant, and without glory—and spend $45,000 of his own money because he could not bear to watch the American prisoners suffer without food and basic necessities while Congress deliberated. He is the sort of man who said in the Provincial Congress of New Jersey:

“Let us enter on this Important Business under the Idea that we are Christians, on whom the Eyes of the World are now turned….Let us in the first Place, conscious of our own weakness, and utter Inability to help defend ourselves, humbly and penitently implore the Aid of that Almighty God, whom we profess to Serve—let us earnestly call and beseech him for Christ’s sake to preside in our Councills and to overrule our determination for all the general Good….For the successful determination [of our business] we can only depend on the all powerfull Influence of the Spirit of God….Therefore I move, that some Minister of the Gospel be requested to attend this Congress every morning…to open the Meeting the Prayer.”

He was the Ronald Reagan of his day—the sort of man that all looked up to and decided that he should be President of the United States—and so they voted him the fourth President of the United States in a time when all could be gained or everything his predecessors had worked for could be lost through one misstep.
He was the “10th leper” of his day—the sort of man, with all things pressing on him and pulling him, who would take the time to make one of his first acts of president the writing of a letter of thanks to the former president.
He was the Voddie Baucham of his day—the sort of man who would read The Age of Reason by Thomas Paine and not let his incense die away after shaking his head against it. No—he had to write a 333 page point-by-point rebuttal of Paine’s illogical attack on religion and dedicate it to his daughter, that she might under no circumstances be led astray and that she might be ready to give an answer always. The Age of Revelation or The Age of Reason shewn to be An Age of Infidelity was the stunning result.
I am talking about the Billy Graham of his day—the man who founded the American Bible Society from his sickbed, donated $10,000, and was its first president so that he could promote Christianity among the poor.
He was the William Wilberforce of his day—a benefactor to the Indians, passionate about their education, and unequivocally opposed to slavery.

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He was the Elias Boudinot of his day and beyond—my own hero from history and the one I’ll be thinking of when I watch the fireworks shatter the Thursday night sky. History has buried him, sentencing him to anonymity because he took the positions where he was most needed, not the ones where the reporters were. Americans have forgotten him, stumbling over his name(pronounced “Boo-din-oh”), but I have not. He was not a perfect man—emotional, believing even that the Indians represented the lost tribes of Israel—but his imperfections only render him the more realistic, and without him, America could not be the same country. I hope for a day when we will not compare Elias Boudinot to men of today, but bestow as the award of highest honor the compliment: “He’s the Elias Boudinot of his day!”

What unknown Elias Boudinots have you discovered?

Lauren Cash

Lauren’s best friends are her family–her parents, Steve and Jennifer, and her siblings. She is passionate about history, good music, and being a feminine woman in a feminist culture. You’ll find her blogging at One Bright Corner with her twin sister, Mikaela and typing behind-the-scenes on the Christian Heritage blog and newsletter. When she’s not doing that, she loves running her music studio, being outside, and ministering with her family!

“Fireworks in front of the Lincoln Memorial and Washington Monument” © 2011 William Marlow. Used under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial license: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc/3.0/.

The Man of His Day

Lauren Cash

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