Thursday, June 7, 2012

At Peace In An Unmarked Grave

The hillside is unkempt. Weeds, dead but still standing from last spring, are the only sentinels. The orderliness one expects of a cemetery is missing, graves arranged haphazardly as if the diggers cared little or were in a rush to be done with their task. A few weather-worn wooden crosses are scattered here and there, many fallen. Most graves are marked with old temporary metal markers that have faded so that no name can be seen. Some have nothing more than a crude stone, a rock really, stained red by the clay soil. Very few are marked by a proper granite or marble headstone.

Well, perhaps we should be grateful that someone cared enough to put any marker down. At the same time, the thought occurs that it may have been done more from a practical concern than from an attempt to honor. After all, who wants to dig a grave and find bones already in the hole?

Would you be at peace in such a grave? No one knows. No one remembers. There are no flowers, no visitors except the flora and fauna and even they seem to care little. There is One who knows, though. One who remembers.

"I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. In the future, there is reserved for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will give me on that day, and not only to me, but to all those who have loved his appearing." 2 Timothy 4:7-8