Tuesday, December 10, 2013

100 year old broken grave stones...

A friend and brother in the Lord, Jack Moody, sent me this devotional he wrote and it convicted my heart. He gave me his permission to share it with you for this week's Preparing For Rain blog. May it delve deep into your spirit. Blessings my friends.


In late Autumn 2011, I had the privilege to travel to an abandoned cemetery south of Springfield, IL in a remote rural area surrounded by harvested corn fields to learn how to restore 100 [year] old head stones. I was with the State Historical Archivist and her staff.  There were several of us invited to spend two Saturdays in the cold and wind, surrounded by a small forest to learn the proper technique to repair 100 year old broken grave stones. It seems the fence that used to surround this family cemetery of 20-30 graves was broken in a storm, the story goes, and the cattle came marching through this graveyard and their bodies hit most of the grave stones and broke them in half.  Some of the stones were half buried in the ground. But most were to be found and we fixed them using proper preservation techniques.
 
For two Saturdays in a row we braved the winds and bitter cold to mix special cement and clamps and “right” broken head stones back on top of their bottom pieces. It was hard work. As we worked I noticed that many families in the 1800’s not only placed a “head stone” but also a foot stone at the other end of the grave and side-rails along both sides. It very much resembled a bed of sorts. 
 
Digging out buried head stones we found artifacts that had been placed by grieving loved ones on top of the soil before the burial was completed. One set of graves were young brothers 10 and 12 years old. One boy had fallen into a river and was drowning and when his brother jumped in to try to save him, he drowned too. I stood there reading this story on the graves and felt what the parents must have gone through having tragically lost two sons at such a young age. Perhaps the deteriorated items we found just under the top soil of the graves were things the parents placed as a memorial. I was sad the whole rest of the day. Somehow, my being so cold did not matter anymore. We carefully cleaned the small items and placed them back in the top soil in a well arranged manner. Head stones, foot stones, side rails, trinkets, words carved in stone, all depicting the memories of people who lived in Illinois over 100 years ago. 
 
It has been two years since I spent those hours in that cemetery learning special preservation techniques to extend the life of grave markers in an old abandoned cemetery.  Death is the final curtain. Rich or poor, young or old, death awaits each of us at the end of our lives. Death leaves life before the grave. Try as we do to remember our loved ones as if they are still with us in life, they are departed from all the world they once lived in. We strike the stone to carve their names for us, not for them. For those who faced death before they actually died and took seriously the consequences of what will happen to them beyond the body are those who will only experience one death, not two. For those who never accepted Jesus as the Lord of their lives, a second more frightful death stands in the wings. Jesus died so we will only experience one death. You will find no headstone for Jesus, no earthly marker to remember His life. He was risen after three days from the grave. 1 Timothy 2:3 says, “This is good, and it is pleasing in the sight of God our Savior, who desires all people to be saved and to come to the knowledge of the truth.”  Ask not what you can do for God, rather ask God  what He already did for you.

Jack Moody, Pastor
Bloomington, Illinois

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