'The days of our years are threescore years and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away' Psalm 90 v 10 KJV
My very good friend Anne takes her exercise by walking round the cemetery beside her house (I'm sure she won't mind me telling you!). It's a very old cemetery with literally thousands of gravestones. It speaks of lives lived and lost, of days gone by and for many hundreds of them, there will be no one left to mourn as the generations have come and gone.
I find headstones fascinating, not at all morbid. Very often they give a tiny insight into how a person has lived their lives, and how they wish to be remembered. Have you ever wondered what will be written on your headstone, how you want to be remembered when people walk past, stop and read what is written? I remember once being at a funeral when the life of the person was summed up by the fact that he loved good food, he loved caviar and he loved good whisky...no mention of the Saviour, no mention of the cross, no mention of forgiveness, just a life lived for himself with no thought of others or of the life beyond. It was such a sad funeral; sad because this man went to his grave with the epitaph 'he loved caviar'.
Oh Lord, let us live our lives such as when we go out into eternity we will be remembered not by the food we loved or the drink we partook of by how much we loved Christ and how much we loved one another. So, as we go into a new week, let us consider what we would like to have as our epitaph on our own headstone and then go and live it out, moment by moment, day by day.