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I Wish You Could’ve Come To My Funeral.

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I Wish You Could’ve Come To My Funeral.

I walked up to my grave and stood there, waiting for the man below to bury me.

There were no flowers around me, and less than a hundred people were in attendance. My funeral was never reported. My obituary never even came out in the Palladium-Item, the local newspaper of Richmond, Indiana. I wasn’t well known.

I stood looking down into what was evidently a mass burial pit. One man said that over a hundred had been buried right there. I focused my gaze upon the man standing down at the very bottom. He looked up and me with a kind smile, but it wasn’t reassuring. I was only eight years old.

This was real. They were actually going to bury me. No one called the police. My Mother was crying. My Dad never took his eyes off of me or the man. My little sisters watched out of curiosity. The crowd pushed closer to me. They all wanted to watch me get buried. They wondered what I would do.

The man in the pit took his jacket off and rolled up his shirt sleeves. He was serious about his job. I remember silently praying. The man in the pit reached up to steady me and help me down. He pulled me close to him. He grabbed both of my wrists with one huge hand and the back of my shirt collar with the other and held me like that.

He looked up at my Dad and asked him if he wanted to say a prayer over me. He did. But, I was ready to die. I was ready to be buried. What happened next was a blur. When he buried me, the people clapped. It evidently made them happy. My Father even smiled. My Mother smiled through her tears. The crowd broke out into a song and the people seemed happy that I was buried.

The last words I heard the man say before he buried me was: “My brother, upon confession of your faith and your willingness to be buried in the likeness of the burial of Jesus Christ, I now baptize you in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ, for the remission of your sins.”

That’s the night Bro. Robert McFarland, the pastor in Richmond, Indiana buried me in water. I was baptized me in *Jesus Name. That was the night my flesh died out and I was buried with Christ in baptism.

I Wish You Could’ve Come To My Funeral.

* Acts 2:38 Then Peter said unto them, Repent, and be baptized every one of you in the name of Jesus Christ for the remission of sins, and ye shall receive the gift of the Holy Ghost.

Written by Martyn Ballestero

August 25, 2018 at 12:18 am

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  1. Elder! Your ability to express the wonder and glory of memorable experiences in your life are both unique and fulfilling! Thank you one more time for touching something deep inside of my heart!
    Bro Denny Morris

    Dennis Morris

    August 25, 2018 at 12:45 am

  2. I missed your burial but plan to attend your ressurection.


    August 25, 2018 at 10:19 am

  3. In 1969 I received the baptism of the Holy Ghost about 30’ from that very same watery grave.

    Kevin K Arthur

    August 28, 2018 at 6:44 pm

  4. I burst into tears as I read this brother. I was 8 when I was baptized. Your post had me enthralled from start to finish. What a wonderful way of looking at this powerful moment through the eyes of that little boy. Thank you for writing this.

    R. Mangold

    August 30, 2018 at 12:04 pm

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