16 February 2011

John Jasper Exhibit & Talk

**Updated - see image and text at the bottom of this post.

If you are close enough to Lynchburg, Virginia, I would encourage you to take the time to see an exhibit and attend a lecture which will focus on the life of Virginia's renowned and celebrated preacher, John Jasper. Jasper has been a hero of mine for many years and his best known biography by W.E. Hatcher was required reading for my homeschooled children. It is my opinion that Jasper is one of the most overlooked and unsung heroes of American history. His life story is truly inspiring. Few men in American history have overcome what Jasper did while simultaneously rising to the pinnacle of his profession. Jasper can be counted among the greatest (perhaps the greatest) orators in Virginia history. 

The exhibit and lecture are both open to the public. Benjamin Ross, historian for the church founded by Jasper, will be the speaker. I had the privilege of working on a historical highway marker with Benjamin several years ago. Details of the lecture can be found here. Below the image is the text of a piece I wrote for the Washington Times about John Jasper a few years ago.


From the Washington Times, 7 May 2005:

Chimborazo Hospital in Richmond was a most depressing place to be in March 1865.

The doctors and staff were in dire straits, as were the wounded and dying Confederate soldiers who languished there. Medical supplies were in short supply, especially morphine. The gloom of death permeated the halls and stalked the wounded. Pain was the soldiers' constant companion, and routine sicknesses and infections were often fatal.

Unsanitary conditions made the situation even worse. One of every 10 Confederates brought to Chimborazo with diarrhea or dysentery died. The overall mortality rate was 20 percent -- actually good by 19th-century standards. Mixed with the stench of gangrene was the scent of the day's "medicines" -- turpentine, camphor, castor oil and whiskey.

My great-great grandfather, James Meredith Crutchfield, was one of the Confederate soldiers at Chimborazo in the closing days of the War Between the States. Taken prisoner after being wounded at the Battle of Piedmont the year before, he was taken to Camp Morton, the infamous Federal prison in Indiana. There he suffered along with the rest of the Southern prisoners.

One prisoner at Camp Morton described how he witnessed a Yankee guard take a prisoner outside when the temperature was below zero and give him a bath with a broom. "The fiendish deed was repeated a second time." That prisoner subsequently died.

My grandfather was transferred to Chimborazo on March 10, 1865, and died there March 28, succumbing to his wounds and the ill treatment he had received at Camp Morton. His widow died not knowing what had become of him. **The family still does not know where he was buried or if he was buried.

Yet even in the cruel despair of war and death, a kind Providence often sends hope. In the final days of the war, hope came to Chimborazo in the form of a preacher. This preacher had to get special permission from the Confederate authorities to minister to the wounded at Chimborazo.

Permission was granted, and the preacher roamed the 150 wards of the hospital -- praying with and for the wounded and dying. It was the perfect opportunity for a minister of the Gospel -- the chance to share eternal salvation with those facing eternity. There was something most unusual about this preacher, however. He was black and a slave.

Early bitterness

John Jasper was born the 24th child of slaves Philip and Tina Jasper on Independence Day in 1812. John's mother was a devout Christian and prayed that God would call her son to become a preacher. However, as a young man, Jasper became bitter after his master cruelly separated him from his first wife.

Jasper's bitterness caused him to sink deeper and deeper into a lascivious lifestyle. He eventually was purchased by a kindhearted Richmond businessman by the name of Samuel Hardgrove. Hardgrove was known for his personal piety, and his concern for Jasper's spiritual welfare was obvious.

He was a deacon and devout member of the First Baptist Church of Richmond; his obituary in 1862 called him "a great citizen, businessman and Christian."

Hardgrove prayed earnestly for Jasper's conversion, and it was largely because of his kindness that Jasper acquired and retained a love for the white race — even though it was the white race that denied him his freedom.

Jasper would later speak of Hardgrove's piety and kindness toward him and the influence Hardgrove had had on his life. When Jasper was converted in Hardgrove's tobacco warehouse in 1839, Hardgrove immediately sent for him. After hearing John tell the story of his redemption, the two men wept openly together. According to the original biography of Jasper by W.E. Hatcher titled "John Jasper: The Unmatched Negro Philosopher and Preacher," Jasper relates what happened next:

"Den Marse Sam did a thing dat nearly made me drop ter de flo'. He git out uv his chair an' walk over ter me an' give me his han', an' he say: 'John, I wish you mighty well. Your Saviour is mine, and we are brothers in the Lord.' Wen he say dat I turn 'roun' an put my arm agin de wall, an' put my fist in my mouf ter keep from shoutin'."

By now Hardgrove was overcome with emotion and according to Jasper: "Marse Sam's face wuz rainin' tears, an' he say: 'John, you needn't work any more today. I'm giving you a holiday ... go tell your mother, go round to your neighbors and tell them; go anywhere you want to and tell them the good news. It'll do you good and do them good.' Af'er awhile Marse Sam lif' up dem kin' black eyes uv his an' say: 'Keep telling it, John ... wherever you go, tell it!' "

Fall of Richmond

Though illiterate at the time of his conversion, according to Richard Day's book, "Rhapsody in Black: The Story of John Jasper," Jasper was taught by another slave shortly after his conversion and was a much-sought-after preacher — especially for slave funerals. He became a leader among his people, and when Richmond fell and descended into chaos in April 1865, Jasper stood in the streets and (eschewing his black dialect as he was wont to do at times) pleaded with looters: "Richmond has fallen! We are free! But in the name of God let us act like men!"

There, on the streets of the war-ravaged, fallen capital of the Confederacy, at age 53, free for the first time in his life, with only 73 cents to his name, John Jasper gazed at the destruction and despair and wondered how he would support his wife and nine children.

But Jasper was no quitter. From that April through July, he worked for the city of Richmond, cleaning bricks at 50 cents a thousand so the city could begin the long process of rebuilding.

His friends would sometimes encounter him on the streets covered from head to toe with lime dust, and he would laugh, "I'm jes' like Paul: de preachin' business got so bad he had to go back to tent-makin'!"

A new church

Jasper's own enterprising spirit, hard work and sheer determination in the face of what for most men would be insurmountable odds was inspiring to his people. In the winter of 1867, he became the first black minister to organize a church in postwar Richmond.

In another providential irony, Jasper's first church building was an abandoned Confederate horse stable on Brown's Island in the James River.

His first service was organized with nine members, and his salary was $9 per week. After the war, many Richmond blacks sought refuge in the deserted shacks and shanties along the shore of the mighty James. Though emancipated, most of the former slaves were not only unemployed, but unskilled and unemployable.

Jasper's message and example were overpowering and attracted the despondent former slaves to his church. The congregation grew quickly, and after a few short years and several moves, Sixth Mount Zion Baptist Church occupied a beautiful brick edifice located in what was known at that time as "Little Africa."

The structure contained close to 1,000 seats on the main floor and had modern gaslights. There were 16 windows that extended from the floor to the ceiling. Under the spacious pulpit platform, there was a baptistery, and a large bell in the tower would call all within hearing distance to worship.

For more than 30 years, Jasper preached and ministered to black and white alike from the pulpit of Sixth Mount Zion. The church is still located at the same spot and remains a vibrant ministry to this day. A room at the church is set aside and dedicated to Jasper's memory. It contains many artifacts from his years there as pastor.

Rise to prominence


Jasper's influence on the life of old Richmond is impressive. To this day, the mayor of Richmond opens City Council meetings with a gavel fashioned from wood taken from Jasper's home after it was torn down.

It was Jasper's preaching style and passionate love for his God that served as the principal attraction through his years as pastor of Sixth Mount Zion. John Jasper set an example of perseverance, faith and humility and was a shining example of the power of Christ's forgiveness and love.

Though Jasper was often treated unjustly, he never harbored bitterness toward anyone. He rose to prominence and preached to legislators, governors and other men of renown.

He once preached before members of the Virginia Legislature and stated, "I've read in the Bible that Pharaoh was an awful liar, just like they tell me most politicians are!"

Jasper's wonderful sense of humor often brought smiles to visitors' faces. When asked why Sixth Mount Zion Baptist Church was named "Sixth" — were there five other Mount Zion Baptist Churches in Richmond? — Jasper answered, "No suh, we jes' liked de name."

On many occasions, white pastors in Richmond could find their missing members at Jasper's church, their faces streaked with tears as Jasper preached a red-hot Gospel message filled with love and compassion.

Jasper struck an imposing, dignified figure. He stood 6 feet tall and weighed 175 pounds. He was bald most of his life and wore a beard that was white in his later years. Neatly dressed in black coat, white shirt and white tie, with silver spectacles tied on top of his head with white string, he had an air about him that, while demanding respect, revealed a humbleness of spirit.

Final sermon


On Sunday, March 28, 1901, at age 88, the tired old man mounted his pulpit for the last time. His congregation sensed something was amiss, and many wept openly at the sight of their beloved pastor, who would soon pass from the scene.

Jasper himself sensed the end was near. But this battle-hardened Gospel warrior who had overcome slavery, lack of education and prejudice and had accomplished more in 30 years than most men accomplish in a lifetime, did not shrink from the final enemy.

"My chillun, my work on earth is done! I'se no mo' skeered uv death dan uv a hossfly." He preached his final sermon, walked slowly back to his home and went to his room to rest. Late in the afternoon, the ebony soldier of the cross stirred and whispered his last words: "I have finished my work. I am waiting at the River, looking across for further orders."

Exactly 36 years to the day earlier, my own great-great grandfather had crossed that same river from Chimborazo Hospital. Perhaps John Jasper was there with him when he crossed. I am confident that the black slave preacher and white Confederate soldier were reunited on the far bank.

** As a result of this piece being published in the Washington Times, an SCV member who was involved in researching and documenting buried Confederates at Chimborazo contacted me to let me know my ancestor was buried there. Later this evening, I'll post an image of my ancestor's headstone and grave, which he shares with 2 other soldiers. 
**John Meredith Crutchfield, Company F, 60th Virginia Infantry. Wounded at the Battle of Piedmont, taken prisoner to Camp Morton Indiana, transferred to Chimborazo Hospital in a prisoner exchange in early 1865. Buried at Oakwood Cemetery in Richmond. This is his gravemarker. He is #91.


3 comments:

Michael Aubrecht said...

Looks like an outstanding program about an extraordinary gentlemen.

suzn68 said...

Sure which I could be there for this lecture! Terrific subject for black history month.

I will be at Oakwood tomorrow to capture some photos for a couple of Find-A-Grave requests and place flags for their descendants. If you will let me know the row letter for J.M. Crutchfield, I would be happy to place one there for you.

Richard G. Williams, Jr. said...

Hello Suzn. Yes, Jasper is a terrific subject for ANY month. A fascinating individual.

Sorry, all I know is number 91. Thanks nonetheless.