Death
Someone remarked to me the other day that I had been going to too many funerals. And they were right. Yet death is a part of life. Just as we all are born at a given time so we all shall die at the appointed time.
The last funeral I attended was for my wife's grandmother, Erma Ashmore. She died the same day as the Pope at about the same time. Yet what a stark contrast. He was mourned by millions, she by hundreds. He was known to probably most people in the civilized world, she wasn't known outside Van Buren, Arkansas. He was famous as the leader of the Catholic church, she was famous (at least among her family) for chocolate gravy!
Yet they had something in common. A relationship with Jesus Christ. Some family members mused whether they went in the gates together. Although the world did not know her name, I'll guarantee you Heaven did! You see, what we do on this earth is not nearly as important as who we are. And this dear lady was a praying saint. She was a child of God and she knew how to talk to her Father.
It was said at her funeral that on Judgement Day many hotshot preachers may find out that the reason they were successful was because of people like Grandma Ashmore who knew how to pray. Surely their reward will be as great as the guy whom everyone sees. If not greater.
I wonder what will be said of me? What will be said of you?
You see, we are writing the script today of what will be said of us tomorrow.
Think about it.
The last funeral I attended was for my wife's grandmother, Erma Ashmore. She died the same day as the Pope at about the same time. Yet what a stark contrast. He was mourned by millions, she by hundreds. He was known to probably most people in the civilized world, she wasn't known outside Van Buren, Arkansas. He was famous as the leader of the Catholic church, she was famous (at least among her family) for chocolate gravy!
Yet they had something in common. A relationship with Jesus Christ. Some family members mused whether they went in the gates together. Although the world did not know her name, I'll guarantee you Heaven did! You see, what we do on this earth is not nearly as important as who we are. And this dear lady was a praying saint. She was a child of God and she knew how to talk to her Father.
It was said at her funeral that on Judgement Day many hotshot preachers may find out that the reason they were successful was because of people like Grandma Ashmore who knew how to pray. Surely their reward will be as great as the guy whom everyone sees. If not greater.
I wonder what will be said of me? What will be said of you?
You see, we are writing the script today of what will be said of us tomorrow.
Think about it.
posted by Anonymous at 11:27 PM
2 Comments:
Thanks Don for sharing that with the blog. I know you have been to way too many funerals lately.
Don,
Thanks for sharing that story, so many times we forget that worldly glory is so transitory while Eternity is our goal!
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