Some people think it’s weird. I go to cemeteries to read my Bible, pray,
and ask for help with life’s problems. No one distracts you there.
At the last graveyard I was still seeking
an answer. I decided to walk in the warm sun and read the gravestones. One
small thin tombstone had a lamb on it, and I read the baby’s name and October
25, 1909 – November 2, 1909.
I continued to walk and read names and dates
of births and deaths. One thing jumped out at me as I walked. Their entire life
was represented by a tiny dash. No matter how many or how few years they lived,
it became a small dash when they died. Or as James records in chapter four, “You
are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.” Life is short.
I continued to walk and read mammoth size
stones, and tiny stones. They all had a dash.
When I drove out of the cemetery I still
was not positive which decision to make. But the dashes brought a verse to my
mind. “Lord teach us how short our life is, so that we may become wise” (Psalms
90: 12 GNT). I decided it was time to be wise, trust the Holy Spirit, make a
decision, and live.
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