In the early days of our marriage Shawn and I explored the streets of the city where we lived, and often walked hand in hand on the paths within an ancient cemetery. I read the words chiseled into the stones, and marveled at the record they offered. Tombstone epitaphs give one last chance to make a point, and my favorite remains, “I told you I was sick.”
Here’s an attention grabbing perspective from a hilltop in Clay County, WV. In a row are buried my father (Woody), my older brother (Rick), and my younger brother (Jeff). It’s a hard picture for me to linger over, but the message is clear. Life is short. How do I want to live it, and what do I want people to remember about me?
“Enoch lived sixty-five years, and became the father of Methuselah. Then Enoch walked with God three hundred years after he became the father of Methuselah, and he had other sons and daughters. So all the days of Enoch were three hundred and sixty-five years. Enoch walked with God; and he was not, for God took him.” Genesis 5:21-24 (NASB)
Enoch, age 65, had a son, an event which changed his focus. He realized, “I need help!” Enoch made it his purpose to walk with God, a journey that marked the next 300 years. The fellowship between God and Enoch was intense, and the joy they shared was deep. God took Enoch home to stay.
Imagine ending this life and having those who knew me best inscribe “Walked with God” on my marker. I like the idea.
Now I need to earn it.