“I cry out to God Most High, to God, who fulfills His purpose for me”
Psalm 57:2
It was a cool, wet, rainy September Sunday afternoon in the historic
city of London. I took the opportunity to steal away for a private,
relaxing walk I desired. After I had walked for a few minutes,
the pathway meandered to the entrance of an old cemetery. My tenacious
interest in history drew me to explore the historical nature of
the tombstones and the grave markers just to satisfy my curiosity.
What an awesome experience it was to read and study the many
names, dates, and quotes as these silent stones spoke. Names like
John Hill 1800-1864, Elizabeth Robinson 1790-1830, and so on,
gave evidence of the years of British history buried there.
Then I came upon a small grave, perhaps three feet in length,
that read, “Markus Rogers, 1906-1910.” Written below the name was
the quote, “Gone but not forgotten.” A brief calculation revealed that
this was the resting place of a 4-year-old child. After scanning the
hundreds of markers and stones, my eyes rested, once again, upon
the grave of this child. Deep contemplation settled upon me. I
noticed that almost all the tombstones, including the child’s, had the
words “Rest in Peace” inscribed on them. Many questions and
thoughts raced through my mind: Who were the child’s parents?
What was the cause of death? What was his purpose in being born?
What special natural talents and gifts did he possess that were never
displayed and never benefited anyone? What inventions or discoveries
could he have shared with the human race? How many great
works of art, books, or songs died in this precious infant?
The world needs what God deposited in you for the benefit of
your contemporaries and all the generations to follow.
How many great works of art, books, or songs died in this precious infant?
