Where is david brainerd grave

I felt sweetly disposed to commit all to him, even my dearest friends, my dearest flock, my absent brother, and all my concerns for time and eternity.

O that his kingdom might come in the world; that they might all love and glorify him, for what he is in himself; and that that blessed Redeemer might "see of the travail of his soul, and be satisfied! Oh, come, Lord Jesus, come quickly! Inscription: Sacred to the memory of the Rev. David Brainerd. A faithful and laborious Missionary to the Stockbridge, Delaware, and Susquehannah Tribes of Indians, who died in this town.

God had other plans for David! By any standards of modern mission boards, David would have been rejected as a missionary. He was frail and sickly, suffering with the beginning stages of tuberculosis and prone to melancholy and depression.

His first attempts to evangelize the Indians of New York and Pennsylvania proved unsuccessful. He felt his ministry was ineffective, but David persevered in spite of physical pain, loneliness and the hardships of living in the wilderness. Within a year, there were persons in this growing assembly of believers.

David stayed with them until he was too sick to minister, retiring to the home of Jonathan Edwards where his friendship with Jerusha Edwards ripened into a love relationship.

John In Northampton, Massachusetts, stands the old cemetery where David Brainerd is buried. Brainerd, a pioneer American missionary, died in at the age of twenty-nine after suffering from tuberculosis. His grave is beside that of Jerusha Edwards, the daughter of Jonathan Edwards, a Puritan theologian of that day. Brainerd loved Jerusha and they were engaged to be married, but he did not live until the wedding.

Imagine what hopes, dreams, and expectations for the cause of Christ were buried in the grave with the withered body of that young missionary. At that point, nothing remained but memories and several dozen Indian converts! Yet Jonathan Edwards, that majestic old Puritan saint, who had hoped to call Brainerd his son, began to write the story of that short life in a little book.

The book took wings, flew across the sea, and landed on the desk of a Cambridge student by the name of Henry Martyn.