Saturday, December 3, 2011
The Last Word
On this crisp fall day, come along with me on a ride through Ridgeview, our local cemetery. I promise it will not be morbid, but interesting and colorful, and quite peaceful, of course. Let's drive down the winding roads and see what we can find. Most of our departed are gaily dressed for fall, some have things with special meaning. We see a baseball cap hanging on one tombstone, perhaps his favorite, worn often. The Cash markers are polished so brightly that you can see the other markers and flowers reflected in them. On another marker, we see a small colorful cameo picture of this lady, perhaps she loved cameos. Another has a flag, plus two flower bouquets, it has five children who tend it lovingly. And now we come to the last two pictures. See the very tiny tombstone? Here reside infant twins, born in 1928 and not living past two days. There must be no one left to visit this marker. Words on the tombstones are interesting, a peek into another's life. But these are the words for this post, the truly last words:
"We know that when Jesus was raised from the dead, it was a signal of the end of death-as-the-end. Never again will death have the last word"..."then the saying will come true: Death swallowed by triumphant Life! Who got the last word, oh, Death? Oh, Death, who's afraid of you now?...But now in a single victorious stroke of Life, all three-sin, guilt, death-are gone, the gift of our Master, Jesus Christ! Thank God!
We are reading "90 Minutes In Heaven" by Don Piper, and I highly recommend it. It is about a pastor who was actually dead for 90 minutes. I'll be back visiting on Tuesday!