In 2013, when I was documenting all the Crawfordite churches in Southeast Georgia, I happened upon a little church and cemetery on my way to Sardis. The church I stopped at, Bethel Methodist, was historic in its own right. It’s a white congregation, but there is a small African-American cemetery adjacent to it. It was there that I met this gentleman, who drove up in a new Cadillac. He was an old-timer, he said, and if I recall was about 80. He shared a bit of the history of why the African-American cemetery was located beside the white church, but unfortunately, I lost that information. He didn’t mind his photograph being made but when asked his name, for documentary purposes, he said to just call him ‘Champion for Christ’, no names otherwise.
Would love to have heard the story of the cemetery. I love old cemeteries.
what a beautiful name, Champion for Christ.
It is amazing the people you meet in old cemeteries. It is almost spiritual as if it were meant to be.