Six Feet Under
Thursday was a beautiful day. And since I am the descriptor, perfect.
It was 74 degrees—sunny, no humidity, no southern haze. A cool breeze, green grass, and blue sky.
James Spann got a full night's sleep. His suspenders stayed comfortably hidden all day—not a tornado in sight.
The grass didn't need a cut, and the shrubs are still fine from their fall trim.
Driving with the window down (God allowed me to be allergy-free), I decided to pull over and enjoy the moment…in front of a cemetery.
All those graves, as far as you can see, didn't change my mood. I'll tell you why in a minute.
My dad would say, “Graveyards will talk to you if you'll listen.”
So I did.
How did each person choose their place? Did they get to choose?
Some got the hilltop, some the shade tree. Others have cars drive by their feet all day.
Married couples are still together, children are there. Many who died alone lay next to strangers. And the oldest of them all finally died and is there also.
Some are surrounded by stone, others by brick. Some markers you could hold in your hand; others you would need a crane for. Some rich, some poor. The old and young are all in the same neighborhood.
And, they are all dead.
A few days earlier, four astronauts went farther into the heavens than anyone ever—about 252,000 miles.
The span of the known universe is around 92 billion light-years. That would be 2.2 billion billion trips to the moon.
No one in any cemetery can afford a ticket to heaven nor live long enough for the trip.
Yet every believer, only six feet underground, has traveled the perfect distance: “To be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord.”
So no, my mood didn't change. It got better. I only need to go six feet!
“Amen. Come, Lord Jesus!”
Have a great week, men.
Stand firm. Walk worthy. Abide in Christ
It was 74 degrees—sunny, no humidity, no southern haze. A cool breeze, green grass, and blue sky.
James Spann got a full night's sleep. His suspenders stayed comfortably hidden all day—not a tornado in sight.
The grass didn't need a cut, and the shrubs are still fine from their fall trim.
Driving with the window down (God allowed me to be allergy-free), I decided to pull over and enjoy the moment…in front of a cemetery.
All those graves, as far as you can see, didn't change my mood. I'll tell you why in a minute.
My dad would say, “Graveyards will talk to you if you'll listen.”
So I did.
How did each person choose their place? Did they get to choose?
Some got the hilltop, some the shade tree. Others have cars drive by their feet all day.
Married couples are still together, children are there. Many who died alone lay next to strangers. And the oldest of them all finally died and is there also.
Some are surrounded by stone, others by brick. Some markers you could hold in your hand; others you would need a crane for. Some rich, some poor. The old and young are all in the same neighborhood.
And, they are all dead.
A few days earlier, four astronauts went farther into the heavens than anyone ever—about 252,000 miles.
The span of the known universe is around 92 billion light-years. That would be 2.2 billion billion trips to the moon.
No one in any cemetery can afford a ticket to heaven nor live long enough for the trip.
Yet every believer, only six feet underground, has traveled the perfect distance: “To be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord.”
So no, my mood didn't change. It got better. I only need to go six feet!
“Amen. Come, Lord Jesus!”
Have a great week, men.
Stand firm. Walk worthy. Abide in Christ
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