Today I attended a second funeral in three days. The first was that of a husband and father who laid down for a nap and never woke up. The second was that of a 26 year old single girl killed in a car accident. One cannot help but think of the brevity and fragility of life at times like these, and if you are like me, and grief is never more than a memory away then your empathy bone hurts so much for these families. In today's service I kept thinking of a question posed to me in a college Bible study; "What are you going to do with your dash?"
In a cemetery there are all kinds of headstones and grave markers, but most of them share two details: a birth date and a death date. In between those two dates is a dash. A person's entire life summed up by a character you might have to think twice about to find it on a keyboard. All we get is a dash. For some that dash represents decades of days and generations of loved ones who have been left a beautiful legacy. For others that dash represents only a matter of a few short breaths. Only God is trustworthy to decide. Regardless, we only get one dash.
What are you doing with your dash?
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