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The Pastor’s Guns

By October 11, 2019 5 Comments

Religious visions were everywhere in the years preceding the Civil War. Boom towns out west here may have been hell holes for a time, but they were also peopled by starry-eyed believers who claimed their marching orders came from on high.

Tabor, Iowa, sits on a bluff far above the Missouri, the highest point of Fremont County. The place is not in terrific shape today; but Tabor has an epic past, created when fiery abolitionist Congregationalists set up camp here, just across the river from Nebraska, kiddy-corner from Kansas.

The Reverend John Todd House, in town, was a stop on the Underground Railroad in the 1850s, often a port of entry to runaway slaves who weren’t free until they could be protected from slave-holders and vigilante northerners looking to make a buck from substantial bounties. There was money to be made: slaves were property, after all. 

In the 1850s, slavery was under attack, and Rev. Todd was a good deal more than a foot soldier in God’s army. 

Truth is, he got into trouble before there even was a Tabor. A discussion about slavery aboard the Missouri River steamer he came up on became heated. Once other passengers detected an abolitionist, they wanted his scalp. “Shoot him,” someone yelled. “Kill him.” One idiot told him if it was his choice, he’d straight-up trade the pastor for a mongrel dog and shoot the dog. Todd says he learned later that man was “a minister of the gospel from Missouri.”

Both Iowa Congregationalists and Iowa Quakers thought the institution of slavery a sin, an abomination. What separated the two faith communities was a commitment to violence. The Quakers said no. Rev. John Todd and his Congregationalists said yes and he himself became the prototype for an abolitionist preacher/grandfather in Marilynne Robinson’s Gilead.

The manse of the Reverend John Todd sits right on the square in Tabor–don’t expect a palace. But the old house still has a tiny door leading down to a dank basement. John Todd was no more than a shim over five and a half feet tall, so what’s downstairs is more his size, a cave really, not particularly inviting.

But if you stop by, don’t not go downstairs. At one point in time that basement was an armory full of guns for the war he thought about to begin in “Bleeding Kansas.”

What’s there today? Nothing. No cement floor, just dirt, a humming dehumidifier, random stones, bricks. That cellar was was never meant to be lived in. It was a place to hide when a prairie sky turned foreboding. 

At the request of none other than fiery John Brown, who at times stayed right there in Tabor, Pastor Todd stocked his house full of guns because he simply could not abide the sin of slavery. Slaves, he and his friend John Brown claimed, had a more righteous reason for rebellion than did patriot colonists in Boston a century before. 

In his own memoir of that era, Todd described himself and what happened this way:

The parson had one brass canon in his haymow, and another on wheels in his wagon shed. He had also boxes of clothing, boxes of ammunition, boxes of muskets, boxes of sabers, and twenty boxes of Sharps rifles stowed away in the cellar all winter. 

The preacher took up arms. His eyes had seen the glory.

You’ll have to get off the beaten track to find Tabor, Iowa, and you’ll have to call ahead to to get in the house. Not many tourists stop there anymore, if they ever did. 

But that empty basement still beckons, and the memory of that time and place and the war it begat somehow seems more real when you stand beneath ancient beams on a dirt floor, where once a preacher readied himself for a war he believed God meant to happen, a war to free the slaves.

James C. Schaap

James Calvin Schaap is a retired English prof who has been something of a writer for most of the last 40 years. His latest work, a novel, Looking for Dawn, set in reservation country, is the story of two young women joined by their parents' mutual brokenness and, finally, a machine-shed sacrament of reconciliation. He writes and narrates a weekly essay on regional history for KWIT, public radio, Sioux City, Iowa. He and his wife Barbara live on the northern edge of Alton, Iowa, the Sgt. Floyd River a hundred yards or so from their back door. They have a cat--rather, he has them.


  • Daniel J Meeter says:

    It’s hard to judge him when I consider how evil slavery was, and how violent, and how more violent its defenders were willing to be to defend it.

  • mstair says:

    ” … a war he believed God meant to happen, …”

    Chilling theology … to (simultaneously) contemplate being an elected Child of God predestinated to be placed in harms way …

  • John Kleinheksel says:

    Wow Jim
    How close are we now in the US to getting the guns and tanks at the ready, to wage holy war against either the “deplorables” or wretched Democrats?

    • Jeff Carpenter says:

      We may be crazy, but we’re not stupid—or is it the other way around? Pray that our Civil War tragedy was enough of a history lesson.

  • Fred Mueller says:

    The Rev. Edward Tanjore Corwin here in Millstone decked the church out in red white and blue when the Civil War broke out. Some members of the Millstone church admonished him for that and said they were removing the banners. Corwin told them that if they touched them, there were church members who would shoot them. At least in our more contemporary church conflicts we have laid down our guns. I hope…..

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