In preparation for writing this post, I spent a quiet morning in “Harriet’s Writing Room” in the Stowe House here in Brunswick, Maine, where Harriet Beecher Stowe wrote Uncle Tom’s Cabin.
Gathered around the baptismal font, right before questions are asked and promises are made, parents are instructed to “name this child.”
My daughter worships Harriet. Literally. Last year I overheard her praying to Harriet Tubman to offer her guidance and courage.
The words “Martyrs” and “Memphis” at first glance might seem to be an odd pairing. We think of martyrs as biblical, ancient, and abroad, and Memphis as relatively young from a world history standpoint—a place for good BBQ and Blues.
