Max Lucado wrote, in one of his books, that the best place to make important decisions in life is at a cemetary. I think he had a point there.
I've been wondering, I have been alive for a while now;lived, learned, loved, been places I could never have dreamed of, seen things, some good, some bad, and some I thought were just ordinary. Have meet a lot of people, loved some, did not love some, noticed some, ignored some, and many others were just faces in the crowd. And I've been asking myself the question: what difference does it make? What difference does me being here make? Have I made a difference in anybody's life? Or have I lived for myself all along?
I recently had the priveledge to listen to an amazing man. Travels all over Africa, preaching the gospel in villages, feeding the poor, caring for the sick, building houses and schools. He made a remarkable statement in a talk he gave. He said someone once asked him what he wanted written on his grave when he died. As in if the answer had been rehearsed many times before, he calmly and immediately replied,'Just write, HE DID IT'. I admire such people. I was awestruck. What an epitaph, No fancy words, no poetry, no praises for a virtuous life. Simple words. Not far off from what Jesus would have said. Infact, He did say something similar before he died on the cross. He said, 'It is finished'. I'm done. I did what I was here to do.
What about you dear readers? What about me, I ask myself? Time and tide wait for no one. Some people are busy finishing their assignment. Others have just gotten started. Majority spend their entire lifetime simply trying to figure out what it was that they were here for;when they do figure it out, it's just too late. Worst are the people, who can't be bothered. What purpose? I don't have one, they proudly proclaim. They have it coming. Where do I stand? I ask myself, dreading the answer. I don't want 'Lost the plot' written on my grave.....