Make Life Count
Yesterday our family headed off to Singing Hills for a service for Aunt Lynn, who recently passed into eternal rest. It was well-attended, and all enjoyed the celebration of her life. After the service, I surveyed a number of grave markers in the cemetery. The bronze markers were engraved plates on granite slabs, spread out evenly in the wind-swept grass field. There are now six members of my family on my dad's side laid to rest in that field. I walked slowly, reading the names of other people I had never met. Every name was accompanied by dates like blank front and back book covers, and I felt like I was missing the body of each novel. A name and a date cannot define a life. It is what a person does that counts. All those grave markers indicated people who will never "do" anything on earth again. Their time for living a life worth remembering on earth has passed. Psalm 103:13-16 " As a father pities his children, so the Lor...