When I was in California saying goodbye to my grandpa recently, I was so struck by the fact that his name was outside the hospital room in removable label maker tape. Removable.
Because even while I think there's something sacred about Room 5 where my grandpa took his last breath here on earth, I know that soon thereafter, his name sticker was pulled off and another put in its place.
We're all passing through.
The thing is, some are passing through with pencils in hand. The stories of their lives will mean something while they're here, and maybe for a generation or two after that. But over time, names are forgotten and stories aren't passed down anymore.
Almost as if that person is erased.
But what is done for the Kingdom is written in indelible marker. The prayers said, the money given, the Word spoken. It's all scripted in something that never fades, even when memory does.
"Only one life,
'twill soon be past.
Only what's done for Christ
will last."
C. T. Studd: "Only One Life"
I'm sorry you lost your grandfather and I appreciate what you write on here. I read that when we breathe our last breath on earth, we breathe our first breath in heaven and that comforted me so much. Even though I have lost 2 children & both parents they are not in pain or suffering any longer and are at peace and I will see them again, I am so thankful they knew God and had relationship with Him! Bless you and this blog, I appreciate your thoughts!
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