It was beautiful weather again today, so I went out for a ride again (big surprise). While riding, I came upon an old graveyard behind a little country church. You might think this is strange, but I like walking through old cemeteries- you can read a lot of history in the gravestones. I parked and walked among the plots, and found many fascinating ones- A Civil War veteran who served under Gen. Robert E. Lee; a family that lost 4 children in a span of 8 years back at the turn of the century; a pastor who had served in the same church for almost 50 years; a soldier who died in WWI and was laid to rest here; a child died at age 6, marked with an stone angel; A woman who lived to 104 years old. Amazing. And so many others- each representing a life lived here, a person loved here. What were their lives like? What memories did they leave behind for others? I was reminded how fleeting life is, how fragile it is. Whatever years I have here, I want them to be spent in love- for my Lord & Father, for my wife & girls, for my family & friends, for those in my sphere of ministry, for those who cross paths with me. Just to live and give the life and love of Jesus Christ. I hope my gravestone will one day read- "He Loved: His Lord, his family, his fellow man."
"Life is but a vapor, here one moment and gone the next..." James 4:14