Known Unto God

This post is written to link with Five Minute Friday: write for five minutes on a one-word prompt.  The prompt today is “unknown.”


When I got the chance to visit a military cemetery in Belgium several years ago, I knew it would be an emotional experience.  Close to the battlefields of World War One, it had become the final resting place for many who died in that conflict.

As I wandered among the hundreds of graves, reading the names and nationalities of those who were buried there, it really brought home to me the scale of the war and the immense cost.

I was unprepared though for the number of people buried there whose identity was unknown.

Over 100 gravestones had no name, simply an inscription saying “A soldier of the Great War.”

It left me wondering about these unknown soldiers.  Who were they?  Did their families ever discover their fate?  It seemed like a horrible end, to be buried in a foreign country, unknown and forgotten.

But then I noticed the words at the bottom of each gravestone.  Three simple words, but full of hope:

Known Unto God

It was a comfort to know that these soldiers did not truly die unknown, because God saw and God knew.

Unknown to others, but known unto him.

It was a powerful reminder that while we all have times when we feel overlooked and forgotten, when others don’t know or don’t seem to understand, we are never truly unknown because we have a God who sees us and hears us, who cares for us.

We are known unto him.

12 thoughts on “Known Unto God

  1. It’s hard, in this centenary
    to visualize the trenches
    as we stroll about the cemetery
    and sit upon its benches.
    It’s hard to see the brawny Jock
    dreaming of his bonny lass;
    it’s hard to feel his fatal shock
    at breathing in the gas.
    It’s hard to see the grey-clad Hun
    the hated, foreign Other
    meet fate from which he could not run,
    and at home he had a mother.
    In their death they played their part;
    can you let them live on in your heart?

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