Shane, you never once leave me baffled in thought with your words of wisdom.
My travels through the cemetery’s of life often leads me to judgement, wondering about the life that the dash represents. I must then remind myself that my view isn’t the one that matters. The value of a dash on the stone of life comes from the one who paid the price for our eternity.
What if the dash was replaced with the sign of the cross to show a life lived between the two trees of life. This concept I once read about from a friend who is well respected in this matter.
Our mortality this side of the promise is all we know for sure. Not that life after this is not real it is just that we have not experienced it and therefore it is a wonderful mystery. I look forward to it when it is time. I am old enough now to have lost all of my grandparents my Mother(80) and Father(52) I think on their legacy, myself, my sister and my brother. All of us distinctly different and all with different "dashes" that are still expanding. I hate the time of just existing. Love the time of serving. Yet, sometimes the just existing is necessary for strength gathering for the time of serving.
I too liked Doug's image of the crosses instead of the dash.
Gathering strength for the time of serving and serving in the gathering. Receive peace, Brother!
Thanks for this Sean. I love your line of "dashes that are still expanding." What a beautiful image of hope and transformation. Grateful for your thoughts. Praying for you right now by name.
Shane, you never once leave me baffled in thought with your words of wisdom.
My travels through the cemetery’s of life often leads me to judgement, wondering about the life that the dash represents. I must then remind myself that my view isn’t the one that matters. The value of a dash on the stone of life comes from the one who paid the price for our eternity.
What if the dash was replaced with the sign of the cross to show a life lived between the two trees of life. This concept I once read about from a friend who is well respected in this matter.
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Ha! I love that last allusion, friend. And, as always, I love hearing your reflections. Grace and peace...
Our mortality this side of the promise is all we know for sure. Not that life after this is not real it is just that we have not experienced it and therefore it is a wonderful mystery. I look forward to it when it is time. I am old enough now to have lost all of my grandparents my Mother(80) and Father(52) I think on their legacy, myself, my sister and my brother. All of us distinctly different and all with different "dashes" that are still expanding. I hate the time of just existing. Love the time of serving. Yet, sometimes the just existing is necessary for strength gathering for the time of serving.
I too liked Doug's image of the crosses instead of the dash.
Gathering strength for the time of serving and serving in the gathering. Receive peace, Brother!
Thanks for this Sean. I love your line of "dashes that are still expanding." What a beautiful image of hope and transformation. Grateful for your thoughts. Praying for you right now by name.
I spend a lot of time wandering through old, country cemeteries throughout the Ozarks. It does give a person much to think about.
Indeed. It is wild how much stirs in the soul when walking through that vast space of relative silence.