It was the year 1809. The world stage was set with tragedy and heartache. Napoleon was sweeping through Europe inflicting terror and spilling the blood of thousands. Nobody stopped to care about new births yet they were missing some spectacular arrivals. For example, William Gladstone was born that year. He would become one of England’s finest statesmen, that same year; Alfred Tennyson was born to an obscure minister and his wife. Tennyson would one day greatly affect the literary world in a marked manner. On the American continent, Oliver Wendell Holmes was born in Cambridge, Massachusetts. And not far away in Boston, Edgar Allan Poe began his eventful, and tragic, life. It was also in that same year that a physician named Darwin and his wife named their chil
d Charles Robert. And the year 1809 heard the cries of a newborn infant in a rugged log cabin in Hardin County, Kentucky. That baby’s name? Abraham Lincoln.
If you were to look at any moment in history you would find the birth of great men and women who would go on to shape and reshape their world, yet if you would have scoured the news of the day their entrance would hardly have gathered a mention. Instead the headlines would declare that “The destiny of the world is being shaped on an Austrian battlefield today.” But history was actually being shaped in the cradles of England and America. Roughly two thousand years ago, everyone thought taxation was the big news, but a young Jewish woman cradled the biggest news of all: the birth of the Savior