I have been spending some chilly evenings out in the garage working on a project. In the process of getting my parents ready to move we found an antique iron bed under the hay in the barn. Apparently it has been there for years. I have been trying to use various methods to remove the rust and dust and get it ready to paint to use as a “flower bed” in our backyard this summer. So far it has been no bed of roses. After naval jelly and two wire brushes it still has a long way to go.
There are many references to beds in Scripture, however the best one doesn’t actually mention a bed but it is most certainly there for the occupants are described as “them which sleep in Jesus”
(I Thessalonians 4:14). For the Christian there are no more exciting and comforting promises than those that assure us we shall someday awake after sleep (Daniel 12:2, John 11:11, I Corinthians 15:6,8,51, I Thessalonians 4:13-18)!
Our bed is not a simple pine box or an elaborate oak casket; it is a pair of hands. Carpenters hands. Hands that are rough, worn, calloused. Our bed has not one but two mattresses and each mattress has a hole in the center of it. Yet they are the very proof that we cannot fall through or be taken from the bed (Isaiah 49:16, John 10:28, 29, 20:27-29). On the authority of the Word of God I can assure you there is no sleep number, box spring or memory foam mattress as comfortable as these hands.
I have been told that out in the woods not far from where my mom was raised is a small space that contains the remains of some of my ancestors and instead of granite headstones there are headboards. It is so old that until recently no one in our family realized or remembered it, and we are hoping to visit it.
Someday, if city regulations permit and Mrs. Humburg could be convinced, I think I would like to have the iron headboard I am restoring used for my grave marker. I have even thought of the inscription at the bottom, “Just Sleeping”.
Every deed recorded
Every deed rewarded