Grave Robbery!

Hello everyone.  Praise the Lord!

In 1705, there was a woman in Ireland named Marjorie McCall. She had been praying for two young men, who lived down the road, next to their little village. She was praying for their salvation. 

But one day Marjorie got sick and caught an illness. She had a very high fever and soon died.  Her family was afraid that her illness would spread to the townspeople, so they buried her very quickly in the village cemetery.  

A few days later two grave robbers came to dig up the newly buried corpse, to see if there is anything of value in the coffin.  The dug out Marjorie's grave, opened up a coffin, and to their surprise and joy discovered her wedding ring was  still on her finger.

They tried and tried to pull the ring off but her finger was too swollen, and the ring would not come off! So they decided to cut the ring off! The person was dead, so they thought, what would it matter?

As they maneuvered the arm out of the coffin, so that they can cut the finger off, Marjorie started moaning and moving!  The two grave robbers saw this, and was terrified, and quickly ran away.  It appears that Marjorie was not dead after all,  but was just in a coma from the illness!

Marjorie got out of the coffin and slowly walked back to her home. She knocked on the door, her husband and children were inside the little house. Her husband said if it wasn't because we just buried your mother, I would swore that was her knock! He opened the door and saw his "dead" wife standing there!

It took a few more weeks for Marjorie to recover from her illness. But when she did, she went straight to church and found out those two young grave robbers had been saved and sanctified.  Her prayers had been answered!

Marjorie lived a long life afterwards, and even had another child. Seeing your prayers answered, and in your presence, is very exciting but you gotta be careful what you're pray for!

William James Roop,  M.A.B.S.

Roop-Crappell Ministries

Hospice Care and Dying

The Trucking Tango

Booze Under The Rumble Seat

Hello everyone.  Praise the Lord!

The great things about visiting relatives is that you can ask them questions about your family history. And you can hear the stories that your parents didn't want to tell you!  That's the good stuff!

My Uncle Jerry is at the kitchen table where he tells the stories. He told me about my grandfather, and now he ran moonshine for Al Capone crime family in Chicago during the wild thirties.

My grandfather had a Pontiac coupe with rumble seats in the back. Underneath the rumble seats was a large empty area. You couldn't see what was under the rumble seat when the rumble seat was closed. That made a great hiding place for booze!

So my grandfather would drive from South Chicago, to a coffee shop somewhere in North Chicago, where he would park across the street, and park his car in the direction that he was wanting to go, which would be south. That told the mobsters that they needed to load full bottles of booze to go south

My grandfather would sip coffee coffee shop until the manager would come out and nod his head. That meant that he was ready to go. So my grandfather would leave the coffee shop, get into his car, and head south to South Chicago where he would stop at another coffee shop.

At this coffee shop he would park across the street pointing north, telling them that he had full booze to be unloaded, and needed to be reloaded with empty bottles. After he was done for the night he grabbed two or three hours sleep and go to his daytime job shoveling loose asbestos! No mask, no breathing air, no nothing back in those days.

My grandfather was paid five dollars a trip by the Capone crime family. That made ten dollars a night total. Making ten dollars a night during the Great Depression in the thirties was a lot of money! That was back in the days when people would try to sell an apple for a nickel! So if you were making ten dollars a night, you are making good money!

When Al Capone was convicted of tax evasion by the Untouchables, and put in prison, my grandfather decided it was time to get out of town. So my grandparents bought a dairy farm in Central Wisconsin, and settled down as a country farmers. He farmed  for the rest of his life, and we were sitting in the kitchen table in the old family farmhouse.

William James Roop

Roop-Crappell Ministries

Hospice Care and Dying

The Trucking Tango

Apostolic Theological Seminary