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Jan 17, 2023

Frederick Douglass

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Early one Sunday morning, Frederick Douglass (1818-1895) watched sailing vessels navigate the Chesapeake Bay as he stood on its banks. The sight of these majestic ships moving freely tormented him as a slave. He had grown accustomed to the sight, but this morning, his predicament as a slave weighed heavily on him. Suddenly, he cried out to God, “O, why was I born a man, of whom to make a brute! The glad ship is gone; she hides in the dim distance. I am left in the hottest hell of unending slavery. O God, save me. O God, deliver me. Let me be free.” It wasn’t the first time he had prayed for deliverance, yet this moment seemed markedly different. He sensed God’s presence in an unusual way and new conviction took hold of him. “I will run away,” he prayed out loud. “God helping me, I will.”  He had prayed for his emancipation for years but this time, as Frederick wrote later, “I prayed with my legs.”  He took the disguise of a free black sailor with forged papers in hand and successfully completed the perilous journey north.

As a free man, Frederick began his new life as an anti-slavery orator and accomplished writer. His autobiography was so well-written that some people thought it could never have been written by a black man. What fueled his ambition was the certain conviction that God was leading him. He left behind his chains, but not his Christian faith.

History remembers Frederick Douglass as an abolitionist crusader. Yet our history books don’t tell the whole story. The driving force in Frederick’s life was prayer.  He included in his autobiography seven years after his escape his prayer on the day he fled to freedom.  We join in praying, “O God, save me!  God, deliver me!”

You are loosed from your moorings; and are free; I am fast in my chains and am a slave!  You move merrily before the gentle gale and I sadly before the bloody whip!  You are freedom’s swift-winged angels that fly round the world; I am confined in bands of iron!  O that I was free!  O, that I was on one of your gallant decks, and under your protecting wing! Alas! Betwixt me and you, the turbid waters roll.  Go on, go on. O that I could also go!  Could I but swim!  If I could fly!  O why was I born a man, of whom to make a brute!  The glad ship is gone; she hides in the dim distance. I am left in the hottest hell of unending slavery. O God, save me!  God, deliver me!  Let me be free!  Is there any God?  Why am I a slave?  I will run away. I will not stand it. Get caught or get clear.  I’ll try it.  I had as well die with ague as the fever.  I have only one life to lose. I had as well be killed running as die standing.  Only think of it; one hundred miles straight north, and I am free!  Yes!  God helping me, I will.

Rev. Dr. Peter James served 42 years as the senior of Vienna Presbyterian Church in Vienna, VA — 21 years in the 20th century and 21 years in the 21st century. He retired in 2021 and now serves as Pastor-in-Residence at Gordon-Conwell Theological Seminary.

Even as a pastor, prayer came slowly to Pete. Read Pete’s story.